Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Maleficent Condescension: An Aching of Hearts I

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

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