Burlesque gasoline,
Ambulance night's shelter objective lost silver unwoven phoenix oblivion fire, Crash of hope's man swallowed paramedic down whole cataclysmic world nation fear kingdom lost to convictions internal conversation to avarice's willingly digested fuel worm cell toxic sees, An alien site in the mirror's bones unseen.
In earnest anticipation of,
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
The Little Things IX
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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