Skrika Som En Gris

June 1, 2009
By , St. Joseph, MI
The desperate gasp of sense in the universe.
It dances to a fickle and erratic verse
Screaming at the allegedly vacant infinite shade.
Stop squirming,
It will all be over soon.

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