the stalls are too structured,
your wall is a massive block
no, I won't sustain your alibi
'ven if my gown turns into a frock.
seeing you terribly close to misuse
is like freeing myself from phantoms
overlooking your promise is pain
sacrificial as a virgin, sleeps in atoms
could our minds lead to a path
unseen but free from sin?
the luster of your shining smile
I can't throw away into the bin.
is this a call to wear my hard shell?
maybe you can help me out
by deeply going in a diverse state
foolish I am without a doubt.
acting this feeling out won't be
as possible as staying fresh
sudden bursts of blownup humor
cuts down the bleeding flesh.
facebook.com, myspace.comMarch 01, 2011
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