Friday, 15 February 2013

21.02 misc draft © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved





its a place you cannot go to 
where you have 
never been 

i fell in love
with the underworld 

my OCD

obsession touching 
dangerous things I was 
told not to go there 

I learned to live 

with the shame my 
special dress all muddied 

feeling like dust 
on the pavement 
I said goodbye to my self 

there was something there 
right between the stones 
the mossy cracks 

and I did pay the 
price for what i tasted ...















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