hate to distract or
mislead or play around or
break things i cant fix
dying alone is
a better fate than dying
next to one you hate
on the fairyland
battlefield pixie wings were
strewn all glittering
i saw you today
& felt like i didn' t know
you & never had
you try to be a
good dog & bring me the bone
i don't want a bone
would i be better
off in an accident with
you or by myself
string of accidents
brace myself for more to come
won't get you involved
when i paint flashes
of childhood come back to me
that is the best part
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
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Respect...
thanks! and respect yourself~
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