ConsistencyA Poem by SwitchbladeThe last refuge of the unimaginative.
I was called below
And from there given the way up I asked why I was summoned to the light And they told me I was wicked But I was sincere in my wrongdoing And I told them Sincerity was the death of me And so would be the life of me © 2013 Switchblade |
StatsAuthorSwitchbladeNYC, NYAboutProfessional creeper. Kind of strange. I like to talk about tuna and Buster Keaton. Queen of the Lichens, Empress of Celery. There are those who call me Tim. Youtube: Julia Withers Deviantart.. more..Writing
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