Friday, November 19, 2010

An understanding of pressure (deep)

Delivery of poison:

Climbing to the trains,
I feel like mom.

Pressure came, and I frazzled;
Change was free.

A little bit of creativity;
A little flaw.

A way to be realized;
A pain that does death.

Share how you love





I did what death was.
Plain, a woman's turn.






Jolly and good

Breasts are nice.
I like my own.

Sensitivity is a whore.

I can do what there is for my mother.






Drawn to flow
Pissed off
Brought to me

Breathing the kindness
Drying like mind.




Clay of dreaming woman
Home is a necklace

My time to find fashionable targets is
full.

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