Something corny about this one. Perhaps it's just too unbelievably arrogant. I started looking at myself Reflected On Some scissors and wrote this class Through Some idle time. Found myself missing one person so dearly. Indulgence in the arrogance is in a self-destructive way. A substitute for the actual razor. Its a sad moment rescued from days filled by the contempt of Love. Rozas
red caught my reflection in the knife edge
I look, I see myself and I liked
I liked it because I'm yours
Miro love the knife without the handle
I see and admire, which contained Like my picture
and sigh because it's yours
my eyes I see the edge
Meridian currency that ad-lie to the same fear I see in
style flavors waters
A lost world is secured to your love
includes therefore, that this does not lie
In sharp contact to my face civil
The decline, dismembering and mutates it
Le subtraction and appropriates it to a realistic imitation
knife rests and marks on my face
kisses we have seen in every contiguous look
-November 2007
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