BORED Splattered the canvas of another blank face, phased the philosopher stone etched heavy on the page of another impressionable impressionless crucible stand crucifix hung swung rung round her chicken little neck, another affix of shooting stars with skys tumblin slack jawed waked in the sunset bars of curfew lifted clouds and rhythmless tempoed hearts slowed down to be the rain when sky comes down too hard.. Heavy rain disguised as tears masquerade parades as born again fears, pissin and raining on previously stated, dated and heavily debated, I still think the two of should have dated just to say we dated the calendar and ex mark the spot where regret and desire met rorschach inkblots. Inked out mobbed clots, arteries of me were never vain enough to artemis aim your achilles, heal the outbound downward palming heel, palmed the footprints kissed ground faster than gravity orbit could obit the incoming feel of aphrodite and adonis OTP, but for the life of me, Im hephaestus wordsmithing for your paramour, Ares. Kill me by fire, by iron, by mountains of whiskey, made up of all these things, believe me, when I say I could be the cracked in your aegis. Please, oh please, Eros, borrow me for a sec so I can luv sic some arrows. Too bad youre not apt in my mythos, about me youll never be, so well never be close. ,
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 07:01:27 +0000
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