by Daniel Harris Blacke
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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An Archimedes Pi
Sleep it off.
Did I tire you?
How long before you tire of me forever?
I know, once you know me.
Not me without,
The dark caustic lust.
This the metallic chasm of cryptic maniacal savagery.
Your handsome prince dashed to pieces.
I'm sorry, love.
This is your moment.
Tomorrow's promise has yet to be cleft asunder.
I will live this moment forever.
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|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|You are writing of me in times past. I read your bio. Although my life does not mirror yours, I think the rebel in me finds kinship with yours.|