October
2 November 2007
what exactly did you ask me to give up?
the honey lingering on your lips
my unclear vision, gaussian blur.
but do i not know exactly where I'm going?
and that shining lip no longer tempts
and what was blur, is turning prefectly clear.
"
Like water on the dry wood,
equal parts misguided and misunde
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