Friday, March 23, 2012

dirty pieces

Crack the lips that dry this taste
Quench for thirst cause moisture's a waste
And warmth the body that pumps this blood
Too heavy, thick, that it's starting to flood
Cry these eyes that blink too fast
Your shadow too far to see the cast
Skin too rough to notice the color
Cause personality has started to out-grow one another

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