Adrift
By navi01
The horizon blinks in the distance Flooding the back of my head With liquid shadows and swift decay That swallow all words left unsaid. And my face is a shield of sensation And my hands, two marvels of waste My energy blends with the sap of time To develop a thick, futile paste. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 10:39 AM PST other • angst
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"The horizon blinks in the distance..."