Spiral

Mar 14, 2007 23:21

Spiral

Thoughts spoken without a gate,
Feathered breaths in a state,
Warmth enfolding as wings of soul,
Needing,
Wanting,
Loving,
Hating,
Being,
Never under control.

Real or Fake
A mind's illusion here to guess
When all choice is shadowed gray.

poem

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