Deterministic
"I follow the beat of my own heart"
travel the hill up to find the sheer drop
as your jaw gapes down, and your gaze falls,
it is decidedly grim and you decree your utter loss,
at the first depression in the way.
A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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