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Posted in Uncategorized by m.snowe on February 22, 2009

scatter ten times terrible

you shape-shrift into millions

a fraction of a fraction

without the original formula.

Do more to kill me

as i twist the jagged slope myself

plunging crimson in a smile

blooming crests bring

your boiling sepulcher

i’d gladly make a home.

cramped in caves and

exposed brick as if it was a trend

lose slipknots channel between

the things you ask for

and what you get

you never have enough

as i lay wasted

some unholy shrine.