LUI
writings
2004-10-04 00:45:00 (UTC)
corduroy mess
corduroy touched my hand and laid to rest the anxiety at
best better than my previous mess
i glow at a shining smile from the "used."
melting clothes kissed my neck
but my pulse remains unvexed.
assured of the outcome i leave the surrounding air to
speak in moderation through speakers whos life is
eccentrically electric in presentation.
i remain the one in all this left underhurt and unamused.
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