--Krissy Gee.
--A dream, an idea, a reality
a wounded spur, a twisted rope
the never ending chain
always a pain
the grease and the soap
of the material lure.
A vision, a cognition, a love
a gutted emotion, a barren desert
an ever-flooding river
straight like a shiver
Transfixed arrow á morte
She is a trojan
Deep feeling, togetherness, eternally Alone
An awareness, or conception,
or possibly spectre
always nectar
intuition
perhaps shareness.
< Simon.T. >
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''A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.''