Walking & Slipping...

wordz by alfred balcon

i walk & i slip on the thin-iced surface of your mind...

i slip & i fall, breaking all the windowz of your intelligence into billions of bad smelling pieces...

now, the world looks different & the sky iz klearer...

my body still looks the same, but yourz looks kinda funny...

the sun iz so strong...

my shades r melting...

my forehead iz bleeding & wide open 4 everyone 2 c...

fire is still burning in my mind...

-30-

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