Friday, 14 January 2011


Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
There it goes again, tenderly teetering on the edge of sanity-
The fragile little flicks of life.

And back, back, back again
It's not the sickening sway of butterflies playing on my pulse-
But a couple of hot dreams.

As I roll, roll, roll away
Run off the pages and hide myself under the folds of his skin-
Hide from the possibilities.

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