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high, in the sky, she flies like nothing, and uses words like i cannot, my imaginary floors will never know those eyes, she decomposes in my mind, i wish i could too, i feel like someone she loves, she scratches me to prove it, reading books, i ignore her when she sleeps, to slay bad dreams, and cover her, for all i know she laughs at me, burns my poetry, peacefully, but still, she’s safer than my own shadow. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 06:59 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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