August 14, 2008

Illicit. Will it, but yet remains undone. Yet as in, has been, but is no longer–And a desire survives and thrives, seeking at least the minimum.

I lay in wake. Do you rest in sleep? In dreams? My hopes are the night-world of sleep are about anything but me. A blistering chest suggests to stray away from such blasphemous jest, and hilarity ensures! She can not hold interest in the likes of fools!

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