untitledA Poem by gavincrossing my holy anointed forehead,yawheh in my legs walking toward the orwellian pillars.the stars of the camps haunt me. flags of forced alliegiance float,no!levitate above a lost soul that can believe in his own wrting anymor the man whose eating looks like hes talking to himself.conversing in imginary spaghetti the hills have mohawks of their ancestors. © 2008 gavin |
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Added on February 7, 2008 Authorgavinnovi, MIAboutabnormal human being i write. love Rain and Thunderstorms im in love with the fall i love the stars addicted to coffee and beat poetry(even though they blow) i sorta have an attraction to chaos all.. more..Writing
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