Miles upon miles
slither along old,
forgotten bends and
dance with evening
tides.
You exist across
the vast exploits
of their secret
vices.
I exist among
the roots of
their ***** deplorable
deeds.
One day, we
will encounter each
other's beings and
visions.
And what a day that will be.
-s.r.b.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Miles upon miles
slither along old,
forgotten bends and
dance with evening
tides.
You exist across
the vast exploits
of their secret
vices.
I exist among
the roots of
their ***** deplorable
deeds.
One day, we
will encounter each
other's beings and
visions.
And what a day that will be.
-s.r.b.
