the frame is much too small
it cannot contain the difficulties we share,
it's free fare;
don't just look at me, stare,
so that you can see past the low front
it's so blunt;
speaking quickly to a slow one
and noone can be in the picture but us
...if you can't accept that,
then I'm all out of trust
theres no deal to bust, no secret operation at all
just infatuation, and a frame thats much too small
to contain the extra content,
but I still longed that there was more
to distance myself from retail
so I wouldn't have to face what was in store
smiling and nodding crossed the board,
where I've not been lost before,
skin clear; searching for truth...
we're lurching youth who lost the sores
and the electrolysis hurt like hell...it was worth it
how many shots must we take to make the picture perfect?
did you unearth it?
embolden yourself in front of all?
I am in love with your sadness, but as I recall
the frame is divided in half...
and before it was much too small

I'm all alone.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis