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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Everything Nice

    I crave only melt on the tongue Sweets and high fructose corn syrup Colors ranging in pinks to blues To chocolate browns I care not, for your flesh nor your ...

    Apr 26, 2011


You flare, you flicker, you fade... And in the end, all your tomorrows become yesterdays.
— Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)