We’re
Red
Gree
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
Yellow; dot. dot. -- lines:
Unendless; Beginningful.
Every evening sunrise awash in morning
rush-tide
sea-gates creaming
streams flew into
serenades remorse
what of every beaten vessel on the concrete highway ribbon
That crashed down beneath the overpass
That splashes
That ebbing
Of sirocco heart valves and
attitude.---------------------------------------Whoa!
snap through
****** palms, exit ramps
like reigns.
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
We’re
Red
Gree
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
Yellow; dot. dot. -- lines:
Unendless; Beginningful.
Every evening sunrise awash in morning
rush-tide
sea-gates creaming
streams flew into
serenades remorse
what of every beaten vessel on the concrete highway ribbon
That crashed down beneath the overpass
That splashes
That ebbing
Of sirocco heart valves and
attitude.---------------------------------------Whoa!
snap through
****** palms, exit ramps
like reigns.
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