Scorpion flower, token of death... Curse the day, hail the night... Flower grown in the wild...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
...war(m)ning
danger
warm feeling inside your head
constructions above cloudy skyes of whispering
breaking through the walls of desperation
bip alarms following the trees of agreements
loud are the voices of constelations blowing
touching voluptious scars and discriminating windows in pieces
masking undeveloped meanings in advantage
hollow gates in creepy houses glowing in the dark
is your body falling appart
escaping from the sign of inspiration
loveless fellows in closed doors
be youself just follow the map...
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