Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Highway Fuckery

Justifying avarice
With wires under smoke
A piece of plated puzzles
Burns the lining of the throat
It's impossible in no ones eyes but mine.
I learned to whisper when I walk
And close my eyes to light
I grew to distance everything that I was taught.
There's a graceful way to dance
And a grateful way to die
But a misstep foils both together

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