I enter the room, my existence is surreal..
I ask myself: how do I look and does it matter?
I was looking for an escape,
an escapade in red.
Swimming in sea-foam,
cynics, floating liars,
they think they know the truth.
they think they know the truth about everyone.
I am cradling this newborn infatuation,
for it is so easily spoiled.
Stay reputable,
though your body seeks corruption.
posted by Unknown @ 11:59 AM
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