Monday 13 September 2010

creptin

i don't even read it anymore
i just look outside the words
focus on the spaces, no rhythm heard
and it's not even listening anymore
not even half of what i breathed before
and yeah okay, i miss it
and i keep getting little snippets
flashing, dashing under closed eyelids
breathing steady, beneath sheets tightly hid
still, it is what it is, and what it is, is shit

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