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May 21, 2007 17:15


Walking through the trash
that collects as it will
in back streets and
alley ways
looking for something.
I thought I saw you..

Chasing a shadow
that meant the beginning
or was it the end? I can't...
Can't remember.  Then again
does it matter?
My knees scabbed over
with every little fall from grace.
toppling that pedestal
that you were so fond of
placing me on.
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mgbutterfly May 21 2007, 23:50:30 UTC
Ngh. Gah.

That's how I feel today.

Shoot me.

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