Rusted Balloon
Beautiful,
be it best to define you
my lips lack such flavor
but these eye's bathe in its aura
unsophisticated, intriguing, I am humbled as
incarcerated flesh set free in falling rain
fading alpha ignore omega limbo it seems
a lovely fate ( Dear damsel I distress without words)
kindly temper my rusted balloon, carry it knotted to
your fingers guiding diligently to a sulking mass for
dammed as Venice to the sea it prevails death within your silhouette.
By spine stealer 2
© 2010 spine stealer 2
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