forClaire


im still aching ... smiling.. laughing ... and fornicating all at once inside~

fermentation of your genius beauty disguise you use to
trick the world in seeing you as 'one of them'
but the freak of nature with your companions as proof

doesnt matter the shame they have when they cant

even smile
'at themselves'

only at fiction to which they truly believe is

we are the world and i am nothing more then
just another soldier trying to be something else


when we know

Its like...

time meets us half way ... when we
choose to just listen to the ticking in our
temples we build as gods of our own creation

I will be only who I truly am...

and ill see you in our fields of
myths

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