

AsphaltGod of wander, blacktop river Hunger, harsh and endless, see his heralds in the highway signs his hounds, the broken, cracking curbs.Asphalt
Tracks of shattered sacrifices; blackened clawmarks of dead tires clinging to salvation's edges, shards of riased and rankest rubber.
Dilligence and care the virtues saving many from his hound teeth. Confidence and nearly slumber whet his need for blood and metal.
Feed him on your hopes and hurry, Sate him, tales of destinations. Passing safely, praise and tribute. Cup in hand, salute the fallen.  
Ruins at Eden
fashionista
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Wondering, Wondering in Feilds of Disillusion
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If you use meter, or would like to learn, please drop by!
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Metrical poets of the world: Unite!
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Pixie-Queen: Prone to impromptu bouts of silliness *sticks tongue out and pulls funny face*
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Wondering, Wondering in Feilds of Disillusion
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"george bush sayz we are lozing the war on drugz. you know what that impliez? there'z a war being fought, and people on drugz are winning it." - bill hicks.
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Pixie-Queen: Prone to impromptu bouts of silliness *sticks tongue out and pulls funny face*
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