Monday, May 31, 2010

i find solace in spite
and music without memories
connecting through liquid and smoke
the smile facade becomes truth
i show my teeth all the time now
flash the grin
sway to the music in my head
piped in over time
painstakingly chosen
the fleeting time we spend
rolls off my passive back
the anger attempts to surface
but is shoved down
i don't need it
i don't need anything from you

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