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By distant moon Date: 2007 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.29.23.34.14946]] |
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I treat myself to understatement sleight of hand and disregard to love, slipping past the innocent phase to a more adult or "us cause". Shaping my insides rightly you dive slightly past the curves I'm just so inviting lately you'd walk inside this fade and blur. The snakes may slide underneath me but I am no better than... I'm just several broken metals, stolen moments and burning hands... I'll champion this feeling, that one you all ignore, I'll be king of exile wasteland, lover's curse and hopeless bore. And you are my muse lately. You are my only adult talk. You're my only white and lace now... so hard to crawl and I still can't walk. |