Posted by Stephanie*
on 7/18/2001, 7:47 pm
I thought to one.
not being able to function.
with words that don't make sense.
that it's all over.
by yourself.
dead air.
hit by an appendage.
in the barren lot.
lost.
together.
hate is produced by the sun.
sinking towards the trees.
soon to crumble under this weight.
not being something to take away.
to speak about.
staying here.
only to face the glass shards.
never a ring on the other end.
with constant doubt.
worry.
playing in the street.
While sleeping through traffic violations.
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