There's more
wine
in the glass than
ink
in the
pen.
A truly conflicted
narcissist
upon
obscured
reflection.
Beauty.
Skin deep?
I'll carve
manifestos
in
flesh
when the wells run
dry.
Trace each
scar
with
shaking
fingertips and
blind
eyes.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
There's more
wine
in the glass than
ink
in the
pen.
A truly conflicted
narcissist
upon
obscured
reflection.
Beauty.
Skin deep?
I'll carve
manifestos
in
flesh
when the wells run
dry.
Trace each
scar
with
shaking
fingertips and
blind
eyes.
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