I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lions mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. I loved a girl Ill never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving.
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 06:07:54 +0000
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