She sees a colored picture of me
keeping reflection after reflectionclose at ha-heart.
Threw away time after time.
not suitable for excuses
or sucess.
an allergic reaction to poetry
sometimes i cry, happy tears
and smile for pain.
dirty glasses look at the world.
wonderful it is but quite boring,
in a western kid way of seeing.
eat the true lies, tasting
like poisonmedicine.
i'm bold and old,
i turn out to be
just like my dad.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2008-04-28 at 22:01
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