Some one easily broken? Lost and bewildered... roaming aimless and empty.
We are all fluid. The most beautiful imperfections ... we devour our environment.
I've wrapped around you, swallowing you... and spit you out.
Perfection tasted so bad, so stale.
Fluid... constantly moving, evolving, devouring... always within reach, but out of touch.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Who have you mistaken me for?
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