I am naked.
My body covered in colours. Vibrant in disguise.
If cut me back, you'll see I bleed shapes.
Triangles above your head.
The squares of my world.
The prisim trapped inside a prison.
I am the font print you never use.
But I am document you always open.
Where do you stand?
I can't hide the roadblocks anymore.
The open road needs to be free.
I can smell the sweat of you stuck between my skin.
Moulding with mine.
You have seen me.
And now I am stained in you.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
I am naked.
My body covered in colours. Vibrant in disguise.
If cut me back, you'll see I bleed shapes.
Triangles above your head.
The squares of my world.
The prisim trapped inside a prison.
I am the font print you never use.
But I am document you always open.
Where do you stand?
I can't hide the roadblocks anymore.
The open road needs to be free.
I can smell the sweat of you stuck between my skin.
Moulding with mine.
You have seen me.
And now I am stained in you.
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