Mental OverDose

If a writer writes something, and nobody is around to read it, does it have any meaning?

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Crisp

Crisp and cool
Like a razors edge
A cute so clean
Undone at the seem

Fall away
From the lightning strike
Your soul ignight
In burning flight
Posted by Entaris at 12:25 AM

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