Red Rot

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jelli belli

pulled out of a clay mold i twist and turn and harden however you would like me to be.

caged chameleon i am blue and green and sick and charming at your request.

i can no longer accomodate every single person that i meet. i never have enemies. i never conciously am aware of people disliking me. am i two-faced? am i too good at assimilating with my company?

not that i dont have preferences, just that i mold well with whoever i end up with.

well i am a brick. i am a round peg, or a square peg, or a key hold, jagged and precise. and from now on i mold to, bend to, no one.

and while this whittles away the crowds of combinations, the ones who fit will fit well.

1:29 p.m. - 2006-03-17

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