Friday, March 8, 2013

Essentially Our Ghosts

think about who we are / men but essentially our ghosts / surrounded by decaying beauty / delirious and almost broken / but after the sad poetry stops / i laugh at my skin as i rot













While life is serious, it shouldn't be taken that way.
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