politicians spout their indignities
as if written accorded discussed
not a normal existence
but some sort of trance
their eyes of blank monitors
shifting yet poised
in love with the camera
the thing that cannot be touched
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
politicians spout their indignities
as if written accorded discussed
not a normal existence
but some sort of trance
their eyes of blank monitors
shifting yet poised
in love with the camera
the thing that cannot be touched
Thursday, October 31, 2013
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