Saturday, April 24, 2010

Just like the smoke out my window
I blow you out with my breath
trying to give you away to the wind
but there you are moving inside me, a bubble of vacuum, with a surface of acid..
why are you there?
hurting like a demon I never knew..

Doctor, doctor, are you there?
Cut it out of me, and throw it away..

2 comments:

  1. contradiction... somewhere.
    however, the last two lines make this post awesome.

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