Saturday, March 31, 2012

Sober Slurs

The round about way of getting lost, cut you up into bits of confetti throw you at my party. Sweep you under the rug when the sun has rose again and let the dust accumulate on what is done, is done. Forgetting to set the timer, we mustn't of had any time to begin with. Questionable questions and a rush for words, a loss of sanity, my sober slur - drunk off my own over thinking and no out reaching.

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