Friday, May 12, 2006

disaffected

My disenchanted romanticism

Spurs your desire, it’s really hunger,

Through disaffected witticism

That kills me ephemerally longer.

I’m a unique trophy to mount

And stuff-- a head that bleeds tears.

I’m the youthful, free-flowing fount

Allowing you to drink and forget your fears.

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