Thursday, October 29, 2009

the situation

you've got the death stare of
one thousand petals
throwing
flowing
down
down
down
and could i ever
make it so
make it so
out of order
like a jester
in my mask of
desperate hope?

i know
that when
plates break
you laugh
and i
dislike you
more and more
with each passing day
go away
stay away

(she's
claiming lives
straying dives.)

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