Tuesday, April 29, 2014

style is the statement.

"that don't impress me much."
i bore easily.
as long as everyone knows.

am i there yet?
are we there yet?

spells i choose to place
myself under a witchy
craft placed anywhere
but here we are in the
midst of frozen timbers.

soon i will leave on a
jet plane in love with the
west but yet subtly
submerged in the east.

he will ask me..
one way, or


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