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[mavienoir]

everything relating back to angles,
i went out to pick flowers to put in a jar
by the refrigerator
for you to find when you woke up searching for orange juice
but you woke with me only
one foot in half a shoe,
and pulled me back towards you.
circular motions are a mystery to me.

day-old breath and fresh bread
the sun slices through at 115 degrees
you are in the corner on the 3-legged chair
i am on the floor trying to catch your attention
between scribbles on tracing paper.
i tried to tell you:
"the truth is, i sort of love you"
but all that came out was
"blah blah blah"

and i think its best i leave
before you have a chance to.

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stuck outside feeling the air
whispering all the lies that have since been made truths
watching her, asking "what am I not?"
knowing you to be only
fragmets of the words you use.
this is a storyboad for disasterous comic strips
or equaly useless things.

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