going out
trying new things
SEMBLANCE, disparage

experience, out of my head
rollerskate, sharpened wood

i love her?

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plastic disguise
wrapping, clear nylon
i sleep, going both ways
kills me, bullets in my arms and legs
i am unmotivated,
i am crestfallen

the lines on paper,
how do i ask, say,
would it matter?

suggestion
intrigue
suspicion-

she's a lead bolt through my head
seeping passion into my heart.

03/29/2007

Posted on 03/30/2007
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