strawberries cherries & an angel's kiss in spring

[ [ theivery ] ]
date: Oct. 07, 2002
time: 6:12 pm

so/ the hands of
fiending
have come upon me
gold/like the man/whose touch
turned it all to gold
(but, i'm not glowing)
feeling like my kindred
all this bitter taste
my bitter waste
has come to this/
so in it all, it came out
all sour/
and all i can do is picture
it there/ in my head
and cant get that
pull from my mind
and the streetlights
in my eyes
and i just lay there
with this stone face
(stone traced/along my eyes)
. and . nothing . ever . had . me .
scratched and bruised
sore and bored.
i know
the story.
enlightened shit.

wilting flower by the garden
where i played when i was
young
and didn't want
any of this.

//xel-!ha//oh well, okay

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