black is a metaphor,
and you've been lying again.
the mouth is kind aesthetically,
curves correspond,
firing synapses pleasantly.
allowing forgiveness...
one
more
time
you'll trade it often,
amnesia for beauty...
but i won't--i know the score.
justice depends not on outward theatre,
and it's time to settle the hand of vengeance.
low burning stumble
Thursday, July 28, 2005
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