Saturday, October 18, 2008

Fall 2008;

I've held hands with perfect-
I want to feel that which is different,
extraordinary, is how I see it
I've felt the lips of coveted admiration
Explain to my own their whole dedication,
I need now a thrill, a rush, or a break
I need to run, or crush or be chased
This painted white gate has enclosed my vigor,
Contained my spirit, limited my shivering heart,
I want to know the outside
I want to explore the expanse of the sky
So I watch you live,
For that rush is your eyes.

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