opened the door,
looked out to the night:
the black tar - stuck,
hiding the purest light.
head stops spinning,
chance to breathe still air,
as the jaded mirrored reflections
invade my milky stare.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 2:20 PM UTC
opened the door,
looked out to the night:
the black tar - stuck,
hiding the purest light.
head stops spinning,
chance to breathe still air,
as the jaded mirrored reflections
invade my milky stare.
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