puellarina's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- misnomer You're the boy with imaginary joy anger in flight keeps your smile bright your muscles tight as you dance your fury in a spurious fling you are cramped and craned and jacknifed by the puppet strings of your smoldering joy. Every move is a dangerous spill your face is looking decidedly ill you're begging for me to hold you still before everything you love is killed. 10:01 p.m. - 2004-06-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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