by Robert Gryfft
I close my eyes and inhale.
I am surrounded by souls. Humans' crude physical forms are meaningless to me. It is their essence I crave.
Inhale: their souls sway, tethered by their tenuous threads.
Exhale: souls lazily bob away from me.
The threads are so thin. Just a little pull...
I can see you. Beautiful.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
That Burning Thirst
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1 comment:
...please where can I buy a unicorn?
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