Maybe one day I'll be brave enough, but for now I just need to keep some things separate.
Thursday 9 June 2011
A little untitled poem
swept up into the breeze
off my pillowcase
my dead skin
my dead self
out the window it goes
so close to your cheek
can you feel
the fluttering ghost of me
once-upon-a-person?
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