We Are All Not Mistakes
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Take one. Two. Three Steps. You're dead.
Alright I'll write a blank verse that'll pour out of this ever flowing mind.
How do I begin?
Where do I stop?
If I let these tears drip
Will I remember how to turn off the faucets?
When do I take a moment of silence?
Wind whistle through breezy day.
Heart pitter patter.
Oh take me away.
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