Friday, January 3, 2014

My flesh is deviating from sunrise to deep pit of self sorrow
Illuminating last victory of youth suffocation
With raspberries
With strawberries
With figs
With intimate devotion to epitome

Dark spots on my wrists
Nothing has rebirthed in metamorphosing eye sight
What a gift is a tribulation to pain

I jump
I dive
I kick
I will smile

Entity of soul kernels

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