Thursday, March 31, 2011

slender razor

Close precision, keep slicing in the right direction round and round till natural shows the color hidden beneath these clothes. Gaping wound no true stitch and mend this mirror neuron itch. Capsized proper with truth embedded neatly into the side i've aligned with. Precious elixir of doomsday free, a contradiction to set me free. One good time one last round, i've made it all so clear again. Hurt me deeply no regret to see an emotional side of lycantrophy. But that's not my problem, tag you're it. Just another idiot, you'll never see it.
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