Friday, April 22, 2011

Found Fault

All Want It Unvarnished
To See Any Cracks
Something Rough In Our Hands
Rough Like Sand-less Timber
Still Afraid To Use You Or I
Smooth Skin Like Glass
Break It Into Pieces
It's The Most Crude There Is

CK
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