A slick surface touches you.
Where are you going with this?
Pushing against someone
Who mirrors your flaws and
Buries your achievements.
We don't care here.
You're just another sack of flesh
Breathing speaking sack of shit
For us to trample, belittle, fuck and forget.
Monday, March 9, 2009
March 3rd, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 12:55 AM
Labels: life, photography, poem, relationships
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