Monday, June 1, 2009

.Just When It Seems Clear.

.Hopeful.

i have paint from years of trying splattered on the backs of eyelids. pinned butterflies to boards. held heart scribbled on receipts in the corners of my pocket, there is just no easy way to let you go. i've been betting, bidding and biding time on black markets just to put our memories together again. signed contracts with devils, relished in sin and played poker with God to hold on to eternal winnings. you see i would sell my womb to create Us again.

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