Chrome, wax.....plainA Poem by vindictivesunshineIt was yesterday I learned the definition. The acclimatisation to rebarbative coiling of fibres restricted by the metal strainer. A Sunday afternoon with wet waffle cone lonely in my rubix cube, the elipse. Left to endure the risk of being undone, red and white faces still to be solved. Today the hills neglect me, but this glaucoma shall not last. A perforation that perverts the stability of melody, yet one which has no alliance with recycled notes.
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2 Reviews Added on April 26, 2009 AuthorvindictivesunshineKingston, JamaicaAboutI'm the jagged pill you thought you'd never take and maybe your great mistake. I'm your 1 true fear. But really i'm a simple guy on the verge of adulthood enjoying spilling this ink trickling from bra.. more..Writing
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