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Good morning Grayscale Sky.
Cover me like a broken ceiling.
Protect me from nothing.
I want feel the rain
Hissing as it hits the ground.
And though the black pools ripple,
The reflection remains unbroken.
Our dying world mirrored
In dirty water.
I find peace in your violence.
In the roar of your cries
And the hush of your tears.
But now everything grows dark.
All things are black, save you.
8/27/11.

Ingesting sweet cancer
In the pre-storm air.
Loosing my self
In the ecstasy of a foreign tongue
Incomprehensible to me.
A beautiful noise
In the quiet ambience of night.
The love may be false
But it comforts me
In the light of the paper firefly .
8/26/11.