#12
13/12/06 03:41 Filed in: poetry
we whiplash
you with silent centuries,
hit you in the face with a few histories.
we apparently are always invisible,
only visible while disappearing.
You will find us waiting at the wielding of a sharp tongue.
hit you in the face with a few histories.
we apparently are always invisible,
only visible while disappearing.
You will find us waiting at the wielding of a sharp tongue.