Salt

Oct 24, 2010 04:41

Taste my fickle fackle fuckle
My fractured morphic manufactured misprint
A herniated gastric exclamation
You try to interpret
To no end

Anger is mine
But I make yours
So you can finally feel
SOMETHING

Hurt in store
Built up in droves
But you can't come close
To touching

No way home
when no home is where
we've come to settle
our commonalities

No course through
No short cut to
Another way
Another meeting place

Denial is the only element we share. 
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