(bl-O-g)
some poems
Thursday, April 22, 2010
a few (1)
all of these years
all of my fears -
you can take them
you can have them
but they aren't much
anymore
memories don't bleed
they don't feed
memories i don't need
memories recede
(gray because I don't like it, and I don't like gray right now.)
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