Shift, Dodge.
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Shift, Dodge.
Sanctimonious, that's me. I'm a fraud. I blaspheme, I'm a self righteous whore, a slut. My integrety is a piece of filament, Bright, but it breaks under pressure. I'll love you, untill sex becomes boredom. After that I'll still love, love the idea of you. I'm unspecified, a blur of reason to be interpreted at will. I am flat I am the shifty eyes I am the way you dodge me... |
Submitted on 2007-07-08 10:24:43 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| i promise i have been trying to comment on this since you posted it. and i am still trying. and i just cannot. there is something about your writing and voice that is so radically different from most everything else i read that stumps me. it overwhelms me and i cannot make sense of my own thoughts/response. defence mechanism is all i have here. this is someones way of defending themselves... from the past... from the present... from the potential of the past to become the present/future... when all you have is a physical connection its bound to get boring soon enough i guess... the way you play with images and dance around the topic messes with me. i cannot decide whether they think its a good thing or not... whether this piece comes from a veiw point of self esteem or whether its a complete lack thereof. i like the way you have put the last line in bold. the way the last stanza works up to the bold last line but this: I'm unspecified, a blur of reason to be interpreted at will. is all i am doing with this piece... finding an excuse to interpret some little sign that prolly says nothing more than 'move along please' | Posted on 2007-07-10 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | |
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