Wednesday 7/31/2013 12:41:00 AM

the angle barks. tremors of if. colors of how. clay fists. paper daggers. make their marks. in theories of when. in a perpetual war.

bean stalks and giants. cast their shadows on her path.

the light stark. the shadows severe. heavy daggers trace the edges on unfinished portraits. the slope winces. the blood drips. waiting on bandages already occupied. he chokes. on the poullution in his voice. the dense smoke. the trundling cancer. of want. that's steadily consuming him.

the sweating monster. the deaf poison. of hungry skin. the gentle suicide of strangers. still willing to wear her. 

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