Thursday, November 10, 2011

lossing you

here I am
running to be where I am called.
this makes time short and dear me
lost little sister, why do you run that way?
one leg asleep?  view what creeps below your chairs
and the pictures of your chairs
the glue that develops into a sticky mess
I see I started so much with no end in sight
I'm sorry for fitting you in this suite suit
I've jilted you all to get my end point
all five fingers cause there are one to go the other way
I'm all in ad out of my own skin
I have nothing more to do in this
it is all in the lap hands for this older brother prince man
blessing me and bringing me into relationship.
slip tight young ones
I'm coming for your safety
and I am not accustomed to short sticking

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