The periphery of emotions;
Pierced the caustic night last...
In breathless red;
Imbued with a rapture...
Aesthetic;
All in the splashing murky grime....
My feet got washed away;
In the swamp of blood lanes...
Across faces..
In slime laced nails...
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2 comments:
Nice... You sure have got a good control over the language :) Keep up the good work...
Wise...You sure are not a "Control-Freak"...:P
P.S. -- the last 4 lines...Dudess,you made me feel gravity!...it tastes like red!...& i am stoned!...cheerio!...:)
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