Chi you seemed to utter,
your nostrils fleering
sitting askance, appraised and any moniker?
I feel the world fading through your eyes,
a typhoid fruit you eat a hour ago
maybe even oyster?
windows variegated, peering out
you moved devoid of autonomy.
hopefully next stop Streatham Hill.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Chi you seemed to utter,
your nostrils fleering
sitting askance, appraised and any moniker?
I feel the world fading through your eyes,
a typhoid fruit you eat a hour ago
maybe even oyster?
windows variegated, peering out
you moved devoid of autonomy.
hopefully next stop Streatham Hill.
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