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
Monday, 13 September 2010
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