May 15, 2010

ribcage of my mind

Fallen glass and shattered spectrums;
Fallen dreams and dusty plectrums;
Rotting rainbow most beloved;
Rusty faces, soil has covered;
Filthy screams and curled eyelashes;
Fuming head and pretty gashes;
All these pieces fill the ribcage-
THEY MAKE UP MY MIND.

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