too much Hellectro from the Youtopian shores will result in this....


Hellectric love poem #127864

a rose
a scent of spring

and all the horrors it will bring

love is in the air
and we are suffocating

we are celebrating

dance!
while you bleed...

dance!
while the walls are falling...

dance!
while the voices are calling...

dance!

dance!

dance!





Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2010-08-17 at 00:05

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