this ache
by anonymous

hide it bad this ache..
laser eyes as thunder! craving desire, longing solitude
somehow no control ... its beatiful power white beard
smashing into play and, lullaby sparked,
wraps itself again this i care, why close &
foul things you run low, low with nothing &
about your scared soul.

Written November 2, 2013, 1:51 pm
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