Monday, June 10, 2013

these days


like sweat stains falling from wet graves
pet names (old flames)

things not happening in old ways
i waved (“you shaved”)

people not talking to my face
interlace? (no case)

distaste everything that i placed
disgrace
these days everything is misplaced
seems great
no way
things aren’t falling into their place
it’s fate
whatever

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