Lips move awkwardly.
Stares deceiving.
It escapes,
only to be unknown.
Do you offer me those kind words,
oh glorious oppressors?
Stop slashing me from behind,
Hit me between my eyes!
You’re silent, are you offended?
For you are only bold,
when hiding behind a curtain.
- Rasui Akira
written on November 9, 2006 – 4:35 PM
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