Climbing the soft wet hill, I glance around to see
Thick and cold soap bubbles stick to my gloves
Shirtless back trying to avoid the sharp pains of contact
Bright white labrotory light
Seeing man's ruin with only panic and fear
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A Dream of Apocalypse
Posted by ANVIL IV
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