"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Feeling Better.

The Tremors of the
Early Morning
still etched into
my mind.

Skin to Skin,
you Love Me,
as ugly as I am
Inside and Out.

Even though yesterday,
like a Razor's Edge,
still Sharp in
my mind.


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Well, well. This peice could mean any multitude of things, couldn't it? I will say that it does have quite a large sexual connotation, but then again, what dosen't these days?

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