Large lips in the motion. Trying to keep blaming on as I say reason I’m late on. Find you turning, laughing and smiling. Face.
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All of the time in place / Ride out the wave / Bury yourself away / The one and only face / Ride out the wave / Ride out the wave / Ride out the wave.
Art Fame
French Revue de Modes #18 Spring 2011
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To purge? Or not to purge?
A trying question that I struggle to ponder sanely.
To choose to understand an unwarranted outburst of pent up and misdirected anger and hate
and take said hurtful, ice cold words like a man,
or rather,
like a stark and stoic human being incapable of feeling.
Attempt to understand?
to understand or feel?
To feel and feel hurt despite those harsh words not being wholly meant for you but said to you intently all the same.
To switch off and ignore?
Ignore what was said because you know it wasn’t meant for you.
But it still hurts as if it was.
To purge or not to purge?
I choose not to purge.
I choose not to fight back.
I am the better person.
