I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
June 23, 2011
when manic treed
i dont see near to me as much as i see time emit spits of fired leaves her lyres lure me as my lies endure me all the way through the rain
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