To lie in wait,
to attempt to metamorphosis,
a fragile trail of breadcrumbs, broken memories,
flashbacks of the catapillar --King of questions, Duke of query--- interrogating your
every
little
move.

But I have moved little, in my coccoon, stored my rations
and soon
I found that to turn the vampire on to charity
is not a simple task.
The succubus does not give willingly.

Spread your wings. If they are manufactured correctly, they might fly.

02/02/2005

Posted on 02/02/2005
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