outside of the spirited delirium
of our quaint sabotage
and with all the moxie of a tick,
nestled in steel wool -
head down in the futility. beyond -
the aspirations of
a snowflake in an open
wound.
love
is the riddle of
our days
every
Night.
and we swallow
with our eyes
no moon.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
outside of the spirited delirium
of our quaint sabotage
and with all the moxie of a tick,
nestled in steel wool -
head down in the futility. beyond -
the aspirations of
a snowflake in an open
wound.
love
is the riddle of
our days
every
Night.
and we swallow
with our eyes
no moon.
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