Thursday, December 22, 2016

No Definitions

Fury is the same, no matter what you mean. Vermilion adorns the story of your face. The color flows downstream from your eyes to your lips. Though teeth are beautiful, words are everything. And in your everything, there is nothing - no definitions. But somehow, I know what you mean, and so do you. A plow fails when it meets a bitter root.

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