piątek, 25 lipca 2014

You think you know me

Cos my face’s seen in the profile

And my nude body hangs

Elsewhere online in void

I say my mind in social

Yet I mind being quoted

I clearly see images

Blurred by my self-confidence

World is on happening

Bleak scenes are bloated

And when I try to depict

Pictures are long gone

Visibility able to inflict

Trapped cognizance spawn

You’re most enslaved broken

Standing in the middle of the open

Green blades weeping in the morning

Cool air unaware storm’s coming

My hands moving my legs walking

Life wears lipstick’n suspended stocking…

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