Saturday, March 27, 2010


Why when your instincts are so strong do you always make decisions you later regret. Leave me alone, go away, come back, go away, come back. Playing for keeps, this time I keep quiet. While summer storms roll along, catch raindrops on your tongue. Years to pills and how much it hurts. Everyone would know my name and everyone would have touched my face.

What the scientists haven't told me is how I know exactly where your belly button is even with a shirt on.

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