Sep 19, 2009 20:23
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This is how my silence speaks.
Standing in the still of her lonely apartment
My body is an idol
A pride to the king of kings.
My expression will flow through every stream of your mind,
And every foreign muscle buzzes.
This is how my silence speaks
Standing in the still of her lonely apartment
* * *
Why my quietness roams?
Buy into the lies;
smoke dance
is dead
(spinning away,
splayed face down).
The city has always been my counseling.
* * *
Buy into the lies;
I must make you know me.
Splayed face down,
My body is an idol.
This is how my silence speaks,
Why my quietness roams.
I grow.
* * *
She, she, she in me,
(A pride to the king of kings)
She is not to be bought.
Smoke dance,
Shadow,
Spinning away -
I must make you know me.
* * *
She is distressed or dead
Standing in the still of her lonely apartment.
Dreaming,
In the past,
(Shadow)
Possessed woman.
She is not to be bought.
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