Friday, June 27, 2014

i want to be different
i see the girls behind you
fingers grasping your
toes
hair left on your shoulder
are these the words they
said to you?
are these the words you
said to them?
extract me from these times
don't hang me on the wall
i do not want to be
linearized into a two dimensional
memory that you only think of
when it rains

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