That was You Dawl That piece of porcelain, yellow'd smile that daunts me yet i hold to what i said before, ya know? That past thing i forgot to mention? Oh i guess you have misremembered, but i haven't... Your satin eyes-wallowing sorrow and those crooked teeth (the forementioned yellow) How they barely touch each other man i was supposed to say 'all these pretty moments' about your face there is only your face left to memory for all your beauty was not beauty, but anechoic chambers of cloned looks That toned body-muscular like the stars Those tense arms that screamed speed and loser days in gym. Oh and what a smell, a scent that wasn't Lynx, but what was it? The human fragrance of beauty? Your hair, so soft. Curly. And that's it. All gone to pot i forgot. Those empty aspires, atributes i mean. Packing in the seams of the floating nose that can't decided where to go. That was you, and that was enough.
I disagree! I liked more than the other two (although the pines was wonderful and of the same caliber as this), I guess cos it's a little more haunting, a little more mysterious. And I found the twists and turns of this one a little tighter... overall a grand job! lovely love
