Deranged to Divine
Making Dirty Words Sound Beautiful
Monday, June 21, 2010
How to Disappear Completely.
You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.
What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
You ask me what I need.
And all I really need,
Is to breathe.
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