Thursday, March 3, 2011

When nobody understands who they
are
in the world they are in
yet everyone looks around them to
figure themselves out

(I don't wanna doubt
flounder,
follow.

No need for parentheses or
shouting

You know you need to come ride
with me

What's all the ambiguity and
vacillation about

(death is coming,
while you're shaking in fear
inside a closet
that hides your true beauty)

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