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By Ali Date: 2007 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.06.08.14.14849]] |
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Circumstances spin and swallow, spitting me back out, as if I was never there, just here. I'm fragile, but too tired to break again, so I'll bend as if 'begin' was just another lullaby. I don't know what this means. I don't know what you mean. Everything is reckless, and part of me just doesn't care when, or why, or how-- just as long as 'yes' is your answer and summer is still in your smile. But in the back of my mind, anger shuffles from one space to the next, pacing wordlessly, and I only heed it on the odd days. They're right, they're right, they're right-- I know. I just don't know what I'm going to do about it. |