Wednesday, January 13, 2010


You're like taking a walk
Through a street of broken bottles,
Empty syringes, and used prophylatics.

And I'm ready to run
'Cause on this walk,
The leash is choking me.

Rope burn on this ivory neck,
Called my lover's kiss.

But the truth is as obvious
As the laughter in their eyes
As the eloquence in duplicity
And the caress of your backhand

So tomorrow I will
Run and run and
Come in last place yet again
Being the winner than I am.

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