Tuesday, February 09, 2010

 

Influenza


These hands are bound.
To be rewarded to the kindest bidder.
Your reaction over ownership proved false.
Thus my cover was fully blown.
Fighting to save our friendship,
only to end a dreaded union.
Inches away from being finished in this tangled confusion.
This is best for what was made and what had stayed.
If anger is your way then you've learned nothing.
Shutting me up, out and down reveals my filthy conscious.
The hypocrite I am.

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