| I hug trees. Then I cut them down to draw on. |
Vernacular.The calling of calamity in a vanquised foe. A malicious manic sparrow, tongue tingling with woe. There ground tumbles, tasting spicy opression. Concrete cannibal, agreeing expression. A pendulous giant, tombstoning breeze. Without fangs or sleeves it shivers with ease. Marvelous master hung upside-down. From roots to ashes, spiraling 'round. Underneath kings find me, six-feet underground.Vernacular.
| I hug trees. Then I cut them down to draw on. |
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~I'm no one special, but i am somebody. d(-_-)b
~There's a whole world out there, outside of your mental globe. Infect it with your vibrance and spread the diseased color of Life.
Sick Creations represent.
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<< Pray to whatever you believe in, for I am here and don't believe in anything. >>
Proud Member of : #Black-White-Club #BucurestiClub #RoWatch =UnderRatedWatch #AngstyWriters
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Life gave me lemons. Half of them became lemonade and air freshener and the other half I threw back at Life, and boy, did I bruise it!
p.s. hope you feel better soon!
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we will live, we will love, we will work to change each other.
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