to a dear friendA Poem by joshua deathdealer10/2013
a formulation has begun,
a breach on my thirsty heart tulips grow up from the turned soil that covers this grave, my secret place a dry and empty wasteland, my perpetual sickness it has been so long since I have breathed without the synthetic fallacies opening my lungs ages have passed inside this shell, this simulated casket I am coming alive, quickly waking up from this projected immortality to walk the beautiful fields of life, to feel the breeze touching my fingertips if I could speak to you I would say... through the seeds you have planted in this place I have awoke to become adherent transformed into a cavalier of charity now forever a believer in hope
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Added on October 23, 2013Last Updated on October 23, 2013 Authorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more.. |

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