i am scratching this paltry skin
and the paint is chipping
but it will not bleed
get close enough to hear this whisper
this tiny scream
this mirror you beg to break
shhhhh...
shades of green you thought could not exist
will sing you to sleep
and i hope to die
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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