Lone Stare

"Don't slip & fall because fire works for burning."
On my way up the ladder I wore a ripped veil to hide my expression if I fall & splatter.

"Rust your tin can & rest your feet."
At the closing of the door I felt ripped between. No not my arm ripped off but a part of my heart away from me.

"All things are salvageable if you don't like the new."
Calm whispering to my doorstep. The steps that step on me. I return home making my life history.

"If you worry too much you'll hurry too much & no one likes a hurrier because they are always passing you by."
One is one. My down is up. My up is upset. My rut is all set.

2005 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

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Written by Emperor MAR
September 30, 2005
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