Disposition

Disposition

A Poem by Wraith.

The precipice of nothingness
 Absconder, Absurd

In orbit, esoteric black
Woven flesh

Unfinished.

© 2015 Wraith.


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sometimes we feel this way...on the edge of nothing, at the door of nothing...just bluesy, moody...manic

and that everything is absurd...life is a series of unfinished business.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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