Crouch
I am the ribbons.
Peeled from your sadistic wall.
Stripped in stripes and torn.
Reading lines inside your eyes.
Crouching inside like beetles.
Friday, April 4, 2008
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the morbid, satiristic rants of a dissatisfied yet acutely aware youth. she writes of existence.
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