2.08.2011

Day 23 (Will I Am not Keith Olberman)

Sun is hidden by silver smile,
it took a while,
but its ill defined,
the cracked skin,
and unrefined,
bent will forever stretch,
guts turn and wretch,
and still you struggle,
to burst naive bubble,
swallow the pill,
expand the throat,
simple moat.
between castle and self,
so its the wealth,
or my Anima,
sink hooks in and drag out,
pull mist and examine,
beaten other self,
forever hidden and never loved,
the innate soul mate,
love hate,
and procreate,

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