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an old poem [May. 26th, 2004|03:44 pm]
cheapbeathearts
cheapbeathearts
[bohemianslacker]
Styrofoam

You aspire to be snow
or something lighter
Floating through gutters
as I plod on concrete
Gray and heavy from
the weight of the week

Tremulous

But not spellbound
by your beauty
(which can be altered)

I'll crush you
scratch you
with my fingernails,
Make dents.
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