Entry 356

Each second rose from thee,
Pit of depravity — 
Poems, prose, scripture, singer,
Peasants & Nobility — 
The flames, the light there from,
The shadows, all of them rose.

Return to the garden.
Go Nowhere. Find Nothing.

Noth…
Nowh…

Lost & Soft:
Songs for your blue lips.

Received by fleeting interest.

Thank you so much, 
For forgetting this mess.
(Eventually)

My episodic madness
Expects the sixteenth minute:
To live the day after
The day is mine.

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