galatea
date: Sep 22nd, 2006 12:55:49 am - Subscribe
mood: hostile
postmark: .^.
instructed on how to be
the perfect prick
by a long line of
mediocre pricks,
you find me distasteful
cold and harsh
when you mold me
with the cold and harsh
instruments
of a man
attempting to fashion
the soft and pliable
the impossible
under my granite skin
cool veins throb
with hot fury
that you do not accept
what you have created.
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