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[ayeartoolate]

a year ago.

september forgot me-
full pockets, eyes open
and my hair grew too long
while i was distracted .
it's easy to say: 'i've go this
taken care of' it's harder
to say ' i could use your help'.
caught up in nostalgia
her eyes like a child's
she's tragically vulnerable and...
so. far. away
(sometimes)
sometimes i forget to finish
my stories
i trail off like a toddler while mother is shopping to
explore a new world with all sorts
of wonders... i'm not making sense, now
(but you'll understand) soon enough
i'll see you outside your display case
under the glass, you're like a blurrredd image
of something
forbidden, because it's too true
(but i didn't write this for you) , no ,
i didn't write this for you.

so i'll empty my pockets
go on, unburdened, real
ize the past is where
energy's found.
i work for a foe
who can no longer hurt me

s(he'll see that i'm stronger
when word gets around.)

(hope someone's spreading the word.)