Friday, September 4, 2009

This wrath competes with the shadow of a ghost
its violating and probing
it protrudes from nakedness and foretells nothing
this girl competes with a ghost
flattery will get you nowhere and everywhere
its broken ecstasy, its flagrant realities
fragrant calamities buried in the antiquity
of a mind I lost ages ago
cant you let go?
no because I love suffering at your whim
and breaking into my own will
free will cant compliment your ego enough
breaking bones and hungry needs unmet
by casual means

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