November 2011
2 posts
The Ailments of Wandering Eyes: To Find My Soul →
thec00lniverse:
Charm is but a symptom, dear,
for I string together sentences and
end rhymes to weave dream catchers
from the delicately tuned strings
crossing the gap between ribs like
a harp. I immortalize my fantasies,
embossing their creed
in assonant eyes, to be forever
the first strike my soul
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