June 11th, 2011 § 0 comments

Credit: NASA/ Chandra

un angry evil
drowning in my glee
yearns for its true pain
by stoking the fire
in me.

un horror hatred
trying to be set free
breathes the curse of love
when defining my right
to be.

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