Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Foreigner...

Anxiety. Lonely in the night.
I panted in lust. I wrote. Panted in lust. I write.
I'm in need of feeling. An emotion. An association. A fix.
Blow.
Damn. Shut out of freedom by the system.
Nothing new.
Old, defeating ways will die hard.
By fire or by fist.

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