Ugly.A Poem by Nicola Taylor
I don't know you,
but I will dissect you into a bask more humid or less than I and I will pretend that I know you and who you are and who your shadows make you medicated, full of capsuled glory, perfect powdered picture, tied, and tired blaming yourself or each other or other such human things it's kind of all the same and you are like me because people are only a peep hole even the foggy eyed and sea salt faced who bring in the pollution every morning. © 2010 Nicola Taylor |
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Added on August 6, 2010Last Updated on August 6, 2010 Author
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