The freezing wind
through which I stare
breaks down trees
to make them bare;
and blows through me
much like your eyes,
the playful gods
to my wanton flies.
How can I escape,
how is prey set free?
It proves trying
when merely eyes can capture me.
-Note: "Wanton Flies" is a shakespeare reference, not a chinese food reference lol
About Me
- Marx Generator
- I'll talk about things in my life that may or may not be of any interest to you. I make sure to do my part to decrease stupidity in the world and piss off the religious right. I like summer nights and winter mornings. I read a lot and smoke a pipe every chance I get. I'm an amateur writer but I hope to change that soon. Cheers.
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