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Mar 31, 2010 21:44

it's my birthday.
i guess i'll drink till i forget.
legally.

EDIT.

Plastic Heart
I saw a plastic bag amongst the clouds. It bothered me because it wasn't windy and I don't remember when plastic learned to fly. I imagine it's plastic soul was thrilled to be so weightless-- floating free above the streets. I stared at it with the deepest envy my body could possibly create. I hope it never has to find it's way back down. It's plastic body moving so slowly, elegantly dancing -- taking it's sweet time up there in the sky. Maybe something hurt it's poor little plastic heart. So, it ran away to a safe haven, soaring safely with the sparrows. It's plastic mind free of worry -- free of sorrow -- free of heartbreak. Just concerned with floating, dancing, flying.
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