fanciful
Friday, April 10, 2009
11:54 AMsunrises with the golden gleam
i loath that thing; who is me?
cracklin heard on the surface of the frozen stream
i might make another break through; who is me?
smiles that are chipper, shimmer of a river
dont mix right with me like a liver with some liquor
paradoxes like an echoeing silence, should i let go of ryhming?
since when did retro become stylish
stars pollute the skies; scars abuse the eyes
how far apart from the truth am i
with my laces double notted but my shoes untied
blue meadows, surrounded this shanty town
true ghettos, found fancy brow
grabs the attention, prehaps she should mention
with a positive tension, objection
the children play a whimsical game
this place is more like a visual thing
in touch by time & it belongs that way
in touch by ryhme & other songs that play.
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Erin Marie
23 years young - female
Born & raised in Chicago.
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