Slowly Going the Way of the Machine

May 15, 2010
By Escaped GOLD, Litchfield, Illinois
Escaped GOLD, Litchfield, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Lets go make daisy chains in the grass, but only if its 74 degrees or above. I would like to fall in love with you." (:


Out comes my insides
In comes the machine

The one whom i confide
makes me invisible it seems

Out comes the heart
in comes the machine

I'll rust the levers and pulls
until my machine starts to bleed

No air comes from this metal core

I stand planted, again on this hard frozen floor

I am a consummate master of being invisible

Though it seems, I still can not walk through this door.


The author's comments:
How are things evident, when I seem invisible.

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