Justify This {It's Never Really True} Emotion by J. P. DaviesThis time, I'll try, to shed...
the layers of dust upon my lips,
accumulated after your extradition.
Believe me, It's not, your fault...
It's just this compulsion that drives
me to weather this typhoon of twilight shade.
I know, It's not, the end...
Of story lines of redundancy in motion,
fighting nuclear platonic groupings on the film roll.
You see, It's just, so far...
From the real entreaties that you fall
and push the boundaries for another day.
03/16/2004 Posted on 03/16/2004 Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/19/04 at 01:00 PM Quite the spiritual typhoon you've captured here...gives new meaning to "tempest in a teapot." I especially like this line: fighting nuclear platonic groupings on the film roll.
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