The Breathing End of Oblivion
Bad poetry and prose from the dark heart of my dreams
Saturday, September 21, 2013
autumn unfunny
There is only Carrot Top
and infinity to solve,
cold in the afternoon
with September waning
and October's claws
gnawing to unsheath.
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