Haunted by grand ideas of abstraction.
A shared silent look - but with reciprocal meaning? One writing great waves and the other filling a thimble with love and nobility.
Who comes next - there must be another. Awash me in your great colour.
A hive of personality, seventy shades unknown.
Archaic footsteps approach, sweeping in their effect on my life. Trampled.
Path through a wooden gate; new leaves grow up strong and tall.
What was becomes a pitied alien. Irreverence rules with fury - no time to pick up the pieces.
Held up to a light and forced to sweat out anguish, useless is that which drags of the past.
Shattered mirror, numerous haunted life-scapes
Ghouls with iridescent faces licking at my skin and impounding my flesh.
Freedom affords the naked body a unique choice, make a new decision, one without ties.
Can freedom ever be accomplished when an echo whispers so sweet?
Haul together the valuable fruits, taste with a wise and eager tongue.
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