Obsidian heart,
Tide held forever ransom to consciously woven catastrophic harbinger destruction of a pointed nail never crossed paths with a file of abstraction behind the transparent vale of drone green over black screen text endless never play fair book of lost tales once known as innocent 3rd no one gives a damn sandcastle world lives of the white no cross but a nameless wish fallen.
In earnest anticipation of,
Monday, February 17, 2014
Hive Mind L
Posted by The Villain at 12:39 AM
Labels: Equality , Hivemind , Hope , mentalhealth , Poetry , Social Commentary , Spokenword , stigma
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