Permanence.
   printing patiently  waiting
we drone away
void in the rhythmic repetition.
of life.




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Sometimes that liquid love
can be hard to control.
Freed movement.
Step into me
I yearn for that raw passion.



                       creeping in the shadows
                    still
       suffers the screams.
                                    ... "SMILE! :)  "
                    a gesture that becomes
                                                                                so hard    to fake.



That simple presense
makes me blank.
THe............... expectancy
of a blank page
and a pen.
Let's open her up kids,
and see what we can find.
What's inside.

......And she's on the run again
skittish and hiding.
Untrusting.
How long and many
are the effects
of our tragedies.
   Fester.
We fester.

 
Sink
        sink deeper now
so soothing.   release.

And they scream "Pull Out!
This is not what you want."
But then, how would they know,
this is just me?



     I   never   let anyone in. ----