The Travesty Letters
i'm trying to be honest
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
What I want is to be contained.
To be pinned down, defined;
Placed in an air-tight container
with no escape for my spirit to seep through.
Because currently I am everywhere.
I am not a body with appendages,
But flagrant emotion dancing wildly.
Please, contain me?
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