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I am not sad anymore just romantic. And by romantic i don't mean flowers and candy. Not good or bad just kind of there.
I cannot waste myself. If you think you know me well please tell me why.
how to differentiate between moods and facades?
two stolid wood planks poke from
crumbled plaster prompting the
fist pro portioned wine drunk
to think.
intristic wall fracture
instills a skin knuckled calm
self suffocant imagination
can breathe
weary weary bow and cockeyed nape
madness in veiny half blind eyes hair shadowed and penetrating
roof of mind
fingers bitten curled mal-intimate take him he's looking down
big crazy eyes and unsure sway
a reflection on the dirty floor,
an outline of greatness sulking in dust--
slumped upper torso footprinted etched in damp-outside mud of
lonely city night stuck to the simple white line dividing streets with a two fingered cigarette and sideways half-green bottle watching for headlights watching for you no one to talk to
sloping into hips legs gray feet
stepping into my ankles
bent neck expanding the hole in the wall
I cannot waste myself. If you think you know me well please tell me why.
how to differentiate between moods and facades?
two stolid wood planks poke from
crumbled plaster prompting the
fist pro portioned wine drunk
to think.
intristic wall fracture
instills a skin knuckled calm
self suffocant imagination
can breathe
weary weary bow and cockeyed nape
madness in veiny half blind eyes hair shadowed and penetrating
roof of mind
fingers bitten curled mal-intimate take him he's looking down
big crazy eyes and unsure sway
a reflection on the dirty floor,
an outline of greatness sulking in dust--
slumped upper torso footprinted etched in damp-outside mud of
lonely city night stuck to the simple white line dividing streets with a two fingered cigarette and sideways half-green bottle watching for headlights watching for you no one to talk to
sloping into hips legs gray feet
stepping into my ankles
bent neck expanding the hole in the wall