Catch Some Wide Eye

Stone Blind Crazy


stone blind crazy
she hinges on the rudiments of your tomorrow
no form, no preconceived notions
this shapeless thing within your hands
she slithers into place
awaiting death or awaiting grace
carves intricate lines upon her face
while, her soul, you neatly borrow.

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