More From '97...Stuff That Goes With Drawings Really...

i've been haunted by some polysepous infant
Wrapped in his public indifference
I've been quietly shattered
Dark crimson, the oozing


To hell with this recurrent crumbling
There is no reconciliation
In habitual disappointment
Let vast flaws and lipids remain
He deserves the blame
Pick up this soft vase form
Walk away

It's such a wonder that I could
Waste pain on this
I think my throat is clearing
I believe the folding is over
My purity has not withered
Air bands will not bind

I can walk again
Life is good
There is beauty
in heart
in hurt
Especially in the
Tried and failed
Matters of unity

by bypass the muse

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