Thursday, March 31, 2011

untitled

roots
churning the earth with their stillness

before an eye that sees a sun,

that receives its nourishing

deception.

Irradiating lies,

like the warmth on your skin

perambulating in

the afternoon.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 7, 2011 at 10:11 AM

    hip hop u dont stop?

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  2. zeroreferenceApril 25, 2011 at 11:21 AM

    to paraphrase the immortal guitar wolf, hip hop, like love, has no borders, nationalities, or genders. or genres :)

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEtvkH56UcU

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