(forwalkingawayfromsomethings)
©2011 Spox
to put aside what
ive grown accustomed to-to
merely move beyond
who i thought i was...this thing,
often painful and
besides that; to see the old
*hymns, hear the old strains
of what appeals to lust-drunk
flesh; that wants to be
held, wants to be comforted,
needs that moment of
freedom, of release, of day
light between two forms
dancing to the melodies
of vulnerable
symphonies...to put that and
then some aside...a
supreme sacrifice...i tell
me: "go on...do it..." tears fall.
©2011 Spox
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