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

Saturday, July 3, 2010

my eyelashes are wet with thoughts of red
thoughts of correct
thoughts of sand between my toes.
my pillow is wet with tears
my mind is filled with screams and shadows
the corners are covered in soft with holes
the water is dirty and wrong
i dont feel right
i dont want to move on
i dont want to care
i dont care
i dont want to forget

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