Monday, August 24, 2009

slow realisation

so, something peculiar and near mystifying happens.
all you want to do is tell someone
but then you remember: youre not talking.
so you keep your lips sewn shut and continue downwards.

its getting cold
and, little girl, youre growing old.

additionally, who the fuck do you think you are charles? please explain yourself you egotistical boy... i really dont need extra burden/confusion right now. but wait, you wouldnt know that, would you....?

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