October 2009
2 posts
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come on devil
just let me drive gimme that empty stretch of charcoal grey and midnight black with only a few demon eyed sentries to slow me down we’ll run that beater van dry and push till there’s no fight left in us you and me, old scratch we’ll get it all worked out you just let me drive
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no vase for grace
I always wanted to be the wilted flower in the corner- lashes petting two demure doves folded over slender thighs.
But, I am the bull and you are the china- my loud braying and pointed sharpness shattering etiquette.