The Magical Chip Bag
February 19, 2011
In a lake of wet moss arose serpents,
a Hundred black eyes
no reflections, only bottomless chasms
an evil among the naive
An inescapable world deep in the catacombs of my mind...
The Snarky Narwhal
February 20, 2011 at 10:08 AM
I never know what to say, but this is really well written.
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