Monday, 1 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day1

I stretch my fingers towards your silly face
But I am drunker than I thought to hold my place
And if you pulled me up and held my nose
I would be glad to suffocate the way I chose

Yet I will call your name adverse and run away
Because I hate to risk more than I wish to stay
Just like I hate to speak more than I want to hear
And this will be the tale of how you disappear

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