1.21.2008

black's on your sweater blood's on your bones. synchronize the memories: there'snoplacelikehome. smells of the spring we failed to grab hold of we won with our eyes closed just snapshot the moments, (but you paralyze my motions.) now limbs left alone and they can't find where home was. you are wearing this disgusting orange teeshirt even in the most highly populated city i fail to avoid you i fail to look you in the eyes you achieve in the act of avoidance we both try to propagate but we can't navigate through this sea of people ( i see you i see you i see you) across the room i forgot what you looked like i tried at least when i was eighteen you asked me if i wanted a baby (the answer is still no) but i guess you didn't mean your's anyway.

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