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Always In the Last Place You Looked

fill me up with words, exhale- [they just want to understand] it's not meant for your delicate mind to handle, not for your hands to hold, see that i've given up & that i don't want you to follow my example. courted by rebellion, tampered with by the forbidden, gracious for every fall i take- i'm trying to look on the good side of two-dimensional loss-- i can't find what i don't notice, though i need it know the most. i'm toast.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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