Sunday, January 11, 2009
Fool
Fallen and forgotten fragance of the untied hair left y0u spinning. How could y0u fool? With windows closed and eyes opened you stepped past the whisper and kiss. Not your fault as you found your fist. Pitiful. Tears not sworn by promises leave you feeling a bit rotten. Swollen and tired you stab at it one more time. No one sees as you dizzly leave.
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