A Perfect Poison
Each puff of this poison separates me from reality
bringing me closer to bliss.
This poison is perfection
and I’m waiting for the fall.
A Perfect Poison
Each puff of this poison separates me from reality
bringing me closer to bliss.
This poison is perfection
and I’m waiting for the fall.
TheSecretPoet commented on A Perfect Poison
11-11-2012
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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