Natural right,
To be anything the mirror's fantasy approximates as reflection, Even if it's to cocoon as a butterfly into a disavowed post angelic mourning queen, Beautifully unidle are the apocalypse heart's rim born rain of tears daily crucifying her eyes on behalf of our ongoing inhumanity!
In lieu of our participation in,
The greed curse
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Maleficent Condescension: An Aching of Hearts I
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
Labels: Algorithymns , Algorithymns Poetry , Juton , Mental Health , Micropoetry , Poetry , Social Stigma , Spoken Word , Spoken Word University , Villain of Truth , Villainoftruth , Villainous Times
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