There is no connection
The ports collect dust
Ties are loose and tenuous
Ends are faded and frayed
Hell is in the fingertips
hovering over my breath
signal strength is low
the files are corrupted
The ports collect dust
Ties are loose and tenuous
Ends are faded and frayed
Hell is in the fingertips
hovering over my breath
signal strength is low
the files are corrupted
posted by Scarlet Sphinx at 10:16 PM
3 Comments:
nice poem1
keep writtin'!
:)
whirling little tongues smattering essence o'er steel cup with searing froth leasing life from the air itself in chamber blackened by lackadaisical shine 'pon portly frame ensconcend with a mortal agony
Hola... I've been away for a while engaged in subversive activities.. (hey secret services, it is a JOKE ok, don't want you comming to my home and breaking the door and taking me to Guantanamo ok)...
Now I'm back,
Un beso,
PVA
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