Wednesday, August 3, 2011

May It Whom To Your Concern

You know how to bend amber to red throw out
the core of your orange. I try to get
the possible reason of your contempt congrats
on your self. I am not
you I am not you being happy
is not okay worn shoes and dirty
hair beats fifty inches of plasma HD.
Took
over a year my admiration turned
to unsharpened pencils on the finest paper.

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