Like an omen, I'm free now, Body yearning for it, The vigorous tenacity of love, Whispering its promises of blood, soothingly singing. - Well animated, atmospheric, He never arrived home, The strange figure that pursues, Question how a man turnedο»Ώ red. He can't get home, Make it rain, make it rain sad man. - Bring back memories hidden inside the shell, Earlier attached, Unmodified. The rules are simple: win.
~March 25th 2013
"Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry..." -Wikipedia