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Escaper (Free verse) by fevriere

Foresake what you mean. Wriggle out, evade the spontaneous frame, the polite case you find in your hands. Time waits to gobble you up, for you are fabricated and nearly faked and worn and tired, tried and creased. At your heart, a poor gown. They crush you to feel your worth. They break you to taste your life.

fevriere 7-Apr-04/7:28 AM
I'm afraid I just changed the title.




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