my surroundings fill the canvas i carry on my sleeve- a melted snowman,a broken step, a torn suit are all images we've come into contact with in our life. i abuse these like ammunition to rifle, fuel to vehicle and wings to soar. we are limitless and timeless in thought- write on
Thursday 1 March 2012
club ff
I just walked off stage
Leaving behind the world-
What is now hidden in the shadows
Was minutes prior left to scrutiny under psychedelic lights and tipsy eyes
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