Melissa Destiny

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Melissa handled strange entangles.

Melissa handled strange entangles.
Everyone except herself knew that was almost one.
In the sense of at the edge of departing from.
Not that anyone in the world would advise that.

Melissa haughtily wandered hats,
Like an idiot with a glance of genius hatting hatter at the under-pass,
Which is also known as an “over-pass,” if you go over it,
Under it are Graffiti writings,

Numerals in the shape of men,
Letters in the shape of signals,
To an odd divine force that prefers the conquered,
Such as you wouldn’t hear about where you go or perhaps.


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