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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2010 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2010.07.29.05.22.22408]] |
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What use do those kind eyes have for me, how could they embrace this eccentric isolationist drained of time and, perhaps, charmingly inept, but incomprehensibly ignorant, the prototypical clumsy idiot lost in this sea of plastic people Fragility is waiting beside Strength, both waiting to devour each other with eerily placid patience (I am consumed with disbelief that that electric smile could possibly be for this asinine boy) What blessings might you bestow here in the night (stay here, lay here in rhythm, to the chaos about us) If silence suits you stay still while I stutter and mutter about beauty in imperfect and accidental words though surrounded by this heavy water (I am caught here, in your eyes) |