Wednesday, December 26, 2012

4045. MY NATURE

MY NATURE
It's in my Nature to peel the flesh and skin the bone;
I never understood what even I myself was about,
but at least I recognized a few salient traits: I'm
no good around blood or laughter, I run from the
first hint of fury. Looking at flowers, I wonder only
about their wilt; seeing a tall building, I only question
the climb. I know all words but find no rhyme.

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