The enormity of this obtrusive machine has left yellow tape in the attic.
Grand lights to the north and future libraries cause the throat to ache for lipstick prints.
This is forever.
Who we think we know are never the ones we can go back to.
Our hearts in their teeth reveal the extent of selling a brand.
One can judge that the more someone lies to you, the more they truly adore you.
A true presentation of their smile means nothing.
It's the lengths we go to hurt one another that shows true feeling, because when we do so, it's in that moment we are being as honest as we could ever be.
Hearts and deceit.
Love is an ideal that we have stuck our heads in the clouds to capture.
And that's all we find.
The actuality is always dismantled rotaries and broken glass.
© 2010 D.B. (FS76)
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