Thursday, July 14, 2011

Pain. . .

It feels like i've ran out of time!
I feel that moment is my only portion of histoy's notion!
I feel that this table is just a mendacious space between my chignon and this sorrowful stranger hands
Tell me something. . .
What would someone who grants you the affection of a vivid flesh ask you to give but the perception of the feeling of being vivid? 

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