Saturday, November 26, 2011

Blacked out black doubt, white out why tout

Things aren't as black and white as they used to be
though the sepia seeps through your pores
You've always been coming out in one way
regardless of the level of  plausible poise
It would always come out some day
a measure of the pleasure found in noise


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