Underneath a loathing sky
Angry at me
Destroy me with your wind
And hail on my brain
Puncture my thoughts
To let my seeds burst through
The soil of my nullified skull
Cocked back eye
Filled blank pupils
Uncolored moon irises
The beauty of intelligence
Trumps the beauty of
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
Underneath a loathing sky
Angry at me
Destroy me with your wind
And hail on my brain
Puncture my thoughts
To let my seeds burst through
The soil of my nullified skull
Cocked back eye
Filled blank pupils
Uncolored moon irises
The beauty of intelligence
Trumps the beauty of
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