"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Saturday, September 19, 2009

can you give me a hug
and tell me it's okay?
hush the lies
and make them go away?
black out the noise, the gossip, the pesky little people
the things that don't make sense?
i beg you dear, don't let it hurt.
make it fast, quick, hurried.
then end the whole deal 
and all will be settled.
my rightful place will be fulfilled.

Away, different, separate.

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