Tuesday, March 3, 2015

: clinical dusk

Opposition took me
by the hand. Go, go,
into the Cerulean thunder dome.
I went willingly. I burn 
willingly.

Now, I am not alone. Nobody knows what shade
to throw, or where to throw it.

I sweat gold
you shed black and take me
by the hand. I could try 
harder at not acting
like a bitch, but we all know

bitches have more fun.

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