the vancant touch of anothers skinhas me nailed to wall with out anything to hold . an unespected bump or rub of the fellow flesh has me thinking beyond their senses. i'm peeling like wall paper after a storm without a roof and a giant vaccum has been put in reverse, spilling the mixure of logical , illogicalthemes of lies and truths. the world could be a place of season, it's halloween and faces twitch and turn , eyes glow and burn , noses big and small, ear lobes stuck and free, blemishes red and unseen, smiles broken and cheap, freckles cute and to much , but one adjective comes to melt these traits away. a brain, imagination , the color you represent , the treatment given, to whom is important. the reaction taken, to whom you are uniqe.Birth sign: Not entered
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