Sunday, October 25, 2009

Shaving

Faint liquid shards, believe me i cant believe you underneath this.
smoke mist, as that of the dragonfly against the glass,
enter this disco one lower than the last, hold besides the familiar.
pieces peal back a former, i told you it wouldn't be pretty, crooked loveliness, bless it!
huddled stubble, again i am this favor drift.
just another glimpse of who you want me to be.

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