Wednesday, July 14, 2010


And such is my construct,
magnificent and stupid as yours
painted in my shades, yet not by me.
My island, my self, my refuge and my hell.
But I make sure to clean it often,
its all I can do..
Life comes and leaves away her imprints
I take them all..but i cement some and wash away the others.
Here she comes now..
I am ready.

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