tapping on the glass
2009-04-26 | 4:51 p.m.
waiting idly for a sign of something like love but finding none. launching in fits of childish fury
all my arms are reaching to the corners
of your frown and your
looks of disinterest
and your hypocritical eyes
deflate me. i sink, claws out.
desperate.
like empty sex,
my eyes meander. my friends are pistols in the distance
for i have always kept my enemies closer.
work on your management skills
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