Monday, 8 July 2013

wild river.

what are you riding behind those eyes.
never the beauty inside has been more 
out of measure
that the one outside.
what are you riding behind those eyes. 
the heaven and hell. the volcano that i can't deny. 
the sweet and sour. mixed like a sand storm.
behind this flower
there's a woman breaking doors.
over.
and over.
and over.
shhhh...



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