Noah Trist

October 2, 2003 - Melbourne

Avoid me like death and taxes.

Bring the wine, As the
wine is grapes
Frozen in time.
Ripeness forever aging to its
eventual purpose.

I will not pay my taxes
I will not be stolen from,
You can take my dignity
But you will not take my money. I

Need my money to buy my wine.
Subtle or exaggerated sweetness
Will be my undoing.

Crawling to a glass prison
A place where no one knows
My secret lonely world begins.

Wallowing in my own self pity
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