Wednesday, January 15, 2003


empty.

porcelain faces laced with smile.

fickle favour, reeds in windswept plains.

the dance of hands, lust given form.

empty.



the chase of oblivion, sweet excess.

ashen society, drones among smokestacks.

entombed, smelt in wanton greed. it festers,

so empty.


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