the endA Poem by Ephialtes Jonesif I'm reading that sunset properly,
then,
everything that seemed limited is continuous beloved dead rise like morning fog the living are too asleep to notice the end! (the end?) the end is eternal © 2012 Ephialtes Jones |
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3 Reviews Added on September 10, 2012 Last Updated on September 10, 2012 AuthorEphialtes JonesXanaduAboutWhat it is to be tortured inside. I am momentary and eternal. You could be me if I were not. Who's victories did hell and I exterminate? Whatever sand that formed me is from the bottom of a dry well. .. more..Writing
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