Thursday, December 9, 2010

Poetry in Motion

Punishment is subjective. My cruelty is defeated by the moats around your fort. By the ingenuinity of their grandeur. Their greatest falling is their obviousness. Yours are pettier. Almost like a howl that comes not out of cruelty, but out of the frustration of avoiding what you can do, for my sake. Your dignity is far crueler than anything I've ever done

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