I feel my legs bending with emotions
just curve me over into an explosion
and flatten me out from this car wreck
until I'm shaped
into your design
flaw.
prove to me this time.
I know the truth is in a wrecked design.
You don't know that its true beauty that shines behind
like a hidden shrine,
The shrine is the machine
he is also me, and me, and me.
The truth of the fact
the matter is
if you let yourself be
its easier to set yourself free
the question is what are you going to do now?
who are you going to be?
i enjoyment on this i am saying. please to tell me your family ways. rather why you think so on the writng word as such. do you write book? please to tell me where to buy such. I am thanking you
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