Stranded and standing stark naked
Looking longingly for lost love;
Pulling pounds of putrefied protoplasm
From your feeble foundation;
You exist in an enigmatic environment of errors.
Your words ache and your blood seethes and your mind tremors
At the offenses of time since passed.
Give up the fight; you're careening towards a cataclysmic crash of capacious proportions.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
Stranded and standing stark naked
Looking longingly for lost love;
Pulling pounds of putrefied protoplasm
From your feeble foundation;
You exist in an enigmatic environment of errors.
Your words ache and your blood seethes and your mind tremors
At the offenses of time since passed.
Give up the fight; you're careening towards a cataclysmic crash of capacious proportions.
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