| | I wish it would rain Acid on my bleeding tongue Standing with my mouth carved open Would you rip it out? I wonder Could you, with your eyes closed? If you were dreaming, sweating in your sleep I prayed… With your hands Cool and metal …that you could For me? Anything. Of course and naturally Keep it in a jar For you Learn the brail of your shedding skin Seeing your moving lips Like a shattered picture And If I were awake I promise I could read them |
| | Posted 5/5/2009 8:06 PM - 13 Views - 2 eProps - 3 comments
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