by Phantasmagoria Nov 17, 2008
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
The integrity of a selfless indulgence plays in the ridges of your fingerprints; each a unique motion striking similarities among stars in an unconscious universe -- inside itself, yet the passion in its existence does not speak a divine verse. |
I give you a 5, purely for making me feel like a moron. I actually said- "Whaa??" That doesn't happen often. |