Saturday, 7 May 2011

One last one.

Two faces, one melting , one standing, one lying.
Two circles drove around them, with an orange haze inside.
Two dancers with a lisp, wiping off the floor.
Two birds with no cancer an eye witness for a whore. 


The little me, is scared to be what I see in me.
The little me, will never be, what I will see in me.
The little me, as always has, been way too scared of fate.
The little me, inside my chest, has a way of getting too late. 


Affix, ally, equate and fasten.
Two lovers will accept their actions.
Adjacent and parallel connection.
Debility causes thoughtful sedation. 


Awfully wild, frantic and fused.
Silly child, hyper and bemused.
Warm hands, true soul, thoughts subdued.
Easily figured, yet leaves you confused. 

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