Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Something
It's all just
water
under the bridge, now
Water,
it has got
to flow
Or else
it ripens
stagnant sludge
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