GoddessA Poem by Static CDear Pagan Devourer of my daydream hours. What gentle flower may I bring? What candlelit breeze? Anything thine heart desires? Sacrifice unto thee the midnight hours. In my dreams there are many things. But precious few are the ones who knew What hope brings. © 2008 Static C |
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2008 AuthorStatic CTallahassee, FLAboutEverything you think you see is a matrix of strings in absolute Motion at C. A f*****g rat race song and dance with one chance to be. Determined to be by neccessity uncertainties enemy. Cry havoc.. more..Writing
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