Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Strung out in pictures

Eyes I will remember
Always in the depths of my dreams.
Smiles that will
Scar in the most pleasant way.
Every ounce smooth,
Blood flushes to my face, I declare shyness.
I hide in my silence.
It's better than facing rejection
From such a pretty face.

May 16, 2007
Suge


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