get off the cross, the wood is needed.A Poem by K. Edward Warmothwaking up in the same position I fell asleep in, but I just want to be the furrow in your brow, wanna be the mask you wear when you gotta get real serious with real strangers. "You can't make me talk." This can be so easy with the right hands, dirt under your fingernails and unintentionally, the way you stand in driveways... I saw the whole world melting at three a.m. laughing, and we can live like wax; together.
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Added on April 14, 2011Last Updated on April 14, 2011 Tags: none AuthorK. Edward WarmothIndianapolis, INAboutno degrees, no merits, no awards, no splendor. more..Writing
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