I breathe in my own life,
I breathe out my own personal strifes.
I inhale my own clear- white, fallen angels,
I exhale- and thus, expel my own black, dark- bent hells.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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