Syllables (Big Words)
Self-indulgent, innocent Makers were none before awe Their vessels cried out for submission Omnipotential, so disposable When audience is God Paradoxal Hands come so fast they jet lag A crack in the statue aligning A flick in the posture The shift so sudden it could ravish The dirt that was spread out around me My guard went down with the hope Of finding an idea bigger than I Ablaze was once the great...
november 5th, 2009 by Ruby
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