Fresh Rust

Everything erodes, but nothing is foregone. We’ve always been asleep on this blanket on your lawn since all beginnings, every start – hell, every pathway to your heart is like a strand in this soft cloth so stop or I will walk away so quick and suddenly that you will feel as though it never meant a thing, as though it was all posturing and hungry teeth and verbal flings. It wasn’t; it was more so now please let me rest in peace.


~ by perfectionatrix on May 23, 2010.

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