Wednesday, 22 February 2012


A senescence that creeps into fruition as the mold is born.
Consuming the purity of our orbs of life that we cared for with such devotion.
Dionysus sheds tears of wine as he inspects the wastes of our labour.
The experts call it a necrotrophic fungus, we call it the end of dreams. 
Death on the vine as the grapes sour. 

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