to the untrained eye, you are but skin
and bones,
your flesh a pigmented tan flushed with
pink...
the eyes of a star-searcher amongst
the neverending sky,
and yet you still walk as though it
is nothing.
the diamond studded black blanket you
threw over me last night,
is still drowning me in my sleep...
the hands of an angel that has fallen
from heaven's steps,
and yet you still walk as though it
is nothing.
the curious rage of those unknown to
you,
send you straight to silent hill...
the mind of a time flushed away back
then,
and yet you still walk as though it
is nothing
Chary Vang
This
Beats The Hell Out Of The Crap From Rox
Lemme
See Some More
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