Saturday, September 16, 2006

your arms shelter me from the reality of you being an alien
i cannot live in pretense any longer

i cherish my being in its isolation and resolve
i celeberate my stubborn self for (the lack of) all virtue

freedom has a price
i pay it every moment i breathe
i inhale smoke
fresh air does not do me good

responsibility is a trade off with liberation
i shed skin every moment i walk empowered

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