Birds inclined to fly east
Wind ablaze in flames unforeseen.
Swept by bitter blood, lingering formalities
Poisoned by narrow verbiage
And chaos of silence,
Deafening all senses.
Paralyzed by self-inflicted hail
looming over time,
Subtle prints through
These ashes.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
Birds inclined to fly east
Wind ablaze in flames unforeseen.
Swept by bitter blood, lingering formalities
Poisoned by narrow verbiage
And chaos of silence,
Deafening all senses.
Paralyzed by self-inflicted hail
looming over time,
Subtle prints through
These ashes.
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