The Wax Conspiracy

Second morning by the end of the day

Tasting a sweet drip of the night sweat's drop, all is forgiven for there will be no more apologies to hand over. Schematics, machinations and all that jazz, a burly wind of regret grazes over the glassy eyes behind cross hairs. Too young to understand the field yet old enough to join the ranks.

Ethan Switch

Written on Wednesday, 15 November 2006

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