Obliterated landscape,
Riddled festivals of discon-post hope well gone vapidly forlorn desert of loss dry-tinued Russian blank never slain anyone but conveyed inhumanity's dire will to set dead bolt lock straight faith's ransom forever emotion terror rare form star wounded eternally double metaphoric think hyperbolic tank captured plaza of the heart.
In earnest anticipation of,
Monday, February 10, 2014
Bitter Remix XVIII
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
Labels: Algorithymns , Algorithymns Poetry , Juton , Micropoetry , Poetry , Spoken Word , Spoken Word University , Villain of Truth , Villainoftruth , Villainous Times
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