Tuesday, January 11, 2011

day 544:

you slip under my tongue
like sickness
sorry for its appearance
make me wish
i could write you out of my memory sometimes
i will not wiat for you to love me properly
it either happens or it doesn't
you either love me or you dont
im either write or im wrong
we cannot be in between
nothing fit there
not even air
not even
an apology

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