Indiscretion of Our Intrusion
Running inbetween
Broken yous
And bronken mes
I'm trying to pretend
That we are none of
These
We are the new
The abused
The hidden
The viewed
Lapping up on
Precieved faces
And precieved cases
I'm trying to pretend
That we are more than
These
We are the old
The sold
The found
The bound
Stopping in
Lost yous
And lost mes
I'm trying to know
That we are any of
These
We are the known
The stoned
The able
The labeled
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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