I fought
a tiny blade
of grass
seeping
red
with my heart
I dropped and
fluttered
neon and
florescent
some of the
broken thoughts
that scatter
through my
cerebrum
skittles
rainbows
half empty hearts
some mindless
degenerates
multiply with
themselves.
I can do anything I want, so why don't I do something?
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4/14/2008
Plural Fascist
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