Silvεr Grins, by ßižαrrεKi† |
Creeping crawlers under Her flesh Slither abstract tracks Slothful gore-fest Familiar to the touch Bitter tiles bite In Her obscured sky Tattered lace kite Not The Beginning nor The End The Silent destruction of Silver grins |
Posted: 2010-02-02 03:45:12 UTC |
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