If you died tomorrow
I would send flowers
which probably wouldn't arrive
I'd sweep away
the remnants
and run out of time
Hands around my neck
lowered green eyes
Monday, November 22, 2010
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Poetry, prose, and perfectly strange artifacts from the past five years of my life.
"We crossed paths for a reason... and it only strengthened my faith
in just that -- reason."
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