Psycho Culture
January 19, 2011
....when i saw you sitting there...
You were just a boy on a bed in a room like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of fluorescent rainbows and insects and plants, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
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