Treasure Island

cristobal Benjumea

(190865 / jersey)

multiplyim very agitated today i lost my christ


i lost my christ the one i take to the surf

the ones i like to remember

fragments that form the tapestry i love

to thread the journey

the inside of me

peace available harmony prevades instiling a sort of desire for redeeming quality satisfaction

the emotional rollercoaster was over, the fool was no more

a sort of surgical operation designed the internaloperation

it became a result orientated victory

construed the water off a ducks back element

producing what was meant to be an apologetic affair

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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