Thursday, August 25, 2005
Her New Life
Glass hidden eyes behind green shining mother passenger dead, battery life forlorn smile rearranged. God fingernails opposite engines red acid morning the hours fluidity shameless unbelievable without me. Sunburn spit mouthing "why does this matter?" Know nothing of the sort pornography imitation. Such a fruitless ovum cancer-eaten written black with ink, and face now a trip illness technicolor sky blurred static by the iris. School system's public demons growing out from within our two faces now hidden in the opprobrious dirt. What have we become?
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