Thursday, September 17, 2009

shut the fuck up you cocky little cunt

nothing is still not me shaking thoughts
pace arms folded uncross hanging loose
threadbare holy unsightly frail
limbs or lashings braided tight
taught celestial fictitious love power forgot
not forgotten subconscious repetition constant
here gone not long but enough entirely
uncertainty breeds silent wonder what
slips half grasped react unwelcome
accumulate restless dialog internal span spred
wide less limited contact lacks absolute physical
need tangible apparition conversation impossible
space waste and vast referential unknown
anxious derivative solitude lacks elegance vs. arrogance
gorge gorge gorge gorge gorge gorge gorge


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