Wednesday, May 27, 2009

GRR- Timy Plurrazzelo

today is different
the difference is defined in this smoking gun.
Face first
you decreased into the good lords earth.
I witnessed such
a change in your eyes.
As the
led slugs slivered so swiftly into your spine.
The cold
resentment i once held to you,
is something i have grown
accustomed too.
Your lively
vessel now a lurking thought,
of something i must learn
to never love.

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