quarta-feira, 3 de outubro de 2012

Making the devil´s clothes

An expectation filled and a grin felt.
A swagger in the step, the handshake
and the clandestine decrepid heart.
All the sheen of a hollywood face cream...
overused.
Your admiration and your tranformation into a fan
you automatically choose.
And with the others you go.
Signature astray.
Like the cinder of your man´s cigarretes
and his subterranean ashtray.
Fine threaded, well spun regret.

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