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.
Thursday, March 29, 2018
blind promises
For which, are the greatest sins of man
committed:
the ones she attaches herself to
for the sake of others,
or the ones where he is blindly addicted
to himself
I see you, you see me,
and somehow we muddle through
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