Near Enemy Creative
A farce of course
Thursday, July 17, 2008
indigestion
torn between the earth and sky
icy indigestion transports sweet words gummed by unfaithful lips
what color are your eyes as mine burn through?
liquid muse, fill your empty bottle with sunrise
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