My Vinyl Rider
Eyes afraid of the sun Shy from the truth Try to create Order in my head Full of love Like an overstuffed cushion But don't know How to control it He has the order He knows The way of things He knows his own mind And often knows mine Sometimes detects lies But is sometimes too much The battering ram. The cross examiner Of the cultural misfit Written February 1st, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 01:11 AM PST, Louise Bell 18 • 0 • 10
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"Eyes afraid of the sun..."