Monday, December 26, 2011

i'd rather die in the fire
than smoulder at the edge
of destruction
drown in a lake of desire
place my head on the block
rip out my heart and
let you hold it in your hands
let you do with it what you will

i'd rather dance at the very edge
till i'm drunk with uncertainty
i'd rather stand in my nakedness before
raw and unclean
imperfect and painfully

before i settle for anything
but my


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