April 12, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
The cool breeze slips underneath the open crack.
Seeking a target as if it were on a mission to attack.
Not wanting to displease, I do nothing short of holding back.
The irony of it all is that it will become a cell wall.
I suppose if that’s what I give than that’s what I deserve to receive.
Not wanting to misconceive, I have no doubts, I will continue to believe.
The cold is starting to set, bits of white begin to collect.
This is similar to what came before, so I will do what I do best and live like there is nothing to regret.
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