All Over the Place
U
p
b
e
a
t
Left Right
Kinda don't know what to do sometimes
l i g
F y n g
n
in my head i
h e
s s d
e e a i h l
k v l s s w
i a p n i o
L w s i a f b
colored red in crimson blood . . . at Ca
h m
T e
F r o m a
L P
e a
a i
d C A N nt
That I washed all over my face
so I could be b l i n d
and not have to get feeling from the sights, that my mind didn't understand
m-m-my
mo-mo-mouth
begins to
mumble
of thing i haven't heard of-
when did the time go into my pocket
that it hasn't even transformed as lint
so I could touch it and it could remind me
it could remind me
could remind me
remind me
remind
remin
remi
rem
re
r
what was I looking for again?
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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