In suspense
Jun. 10, 2002 ] 2:44 PM
The pain I wear
Like a Gucci gown

Draped round to
Plump up the

Shallow wearied soul
The thin pellucidity

Of single-minded terror
All balanced on the

Gracilescent knife edge
Of sophisicated normalcy.

One day it will slip
And the edge fall free.


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Losing touch
Hanging on
Waiting
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