Friday, September 28, 2012

Dignified Criminals

So, this is it. 
You'll reach a point of regretful shame,
turn to see a white flutter, 
and cry. 
You'll burn the thoughts, 
hate the worry, 
and run until you fall, ruptured. 
This season is screaming. 
Can you see I'm unaffected?
Run, child. Run. 


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