Sunday, February 20, 2011

DAy 584: expectations

ive weighed the secrets you left behind
hung them along my wrist
passed out pieces to the beautiful girls who passed
like promises
like things that stick
that are beautiful
but they are dark
trickle like rain off a tin roof
i want to open my mouth
catch the drops as they fall
but the angle
its a little more difficult than expected

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