lost in dystopia wintry blast smacks you in the face waking while walking looking for life finding absence of color stark angles jagged turns echo thoughts askew cold, still violence rampant in the doldrums limbs frozen in a breath not dead but dorman Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
