The fake flesh.
Unwilled,
Undemanding.
They speak in an openess,
Unknown to man.
We are consistantly,
Unmoved,
Unmotivated,
Broken.
This fake blood,
Is unreal.
So we will die,
But becoming ourselves,
Can keep us,
Alive.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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