Monday, August 11, 2008

scab

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we run. separately
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but. every time i hit a milestone. or you hit one. i remember. i remember darkness in the room. i remember dolls & pretty dresses. i remember your clammy fingers. everywhere. shame is a planet far from here. and i am a fairy princess living there. i am not from this world. nor will i ever be. i fly. pie! pie! the king says, bake me a cherry pie with baby cherries. fresh & sweet. sing me a song. weep me a garden. only pink flowers grow there. snow white sheep nuzzle my cheek. i hug them deep. soft & safe. you will never reach me here. i nap under shady trees. i sing
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why?
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why? does it sometimes feel like i'm picking a scab that's already healed. why does it bleed?
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so you're walking down the aisle again
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who cares
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008