12/4/2011

 

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There was a way that you could breath-feel me
There was a way that you could taste-hear me
There was a way that you could think-see me

You are a fool

When you fell apart and just sort of zanga crazy spiraled out there when you could have kept telling the me-my

To get it on paper as if I existed
Forever

This sort of invisible sting that reaches out says…