Monday, June 22, 2009

thankfully.


if you sit near enough to a fire
your hair will catch aflame.


i'm sick of staying still, i'm awake.
small gasp from your throat, mouth, body- i'm not leaving here for
this. i'm circling, running, surrounding, but i am not getting anywhere.
i'm a little fucking kid and i fucking want out.

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