Monday, February 10, 2014

rambling

i am sure of this curse of
perfectly imperfect timing
impeccable
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it hurt to know
you hurt
that i was floating away
while you made your world
small
me
drifting, drifting, drifting
you
shrinking, shrinking, shrinking
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alas, alone
exiled from that world
stranger things, stranger land
a wandering passing stranger

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