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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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Flowers springing up from the words that you are bringing always sweetly singing songs for the girl in your photographs, she will stare back from the puddle in your sink, and the walls are dripping paint from all the words you couldn't say Please, don't whisper to me when I am trying to sleep, toes curled up, you always buckle my knees when your words, they don't mean, they don't mean anything to me. Eyes closed, counting steps and walking backwards, toward the ledge, toward the steps, toward the falling water rushing through the plastic paper cup that she is holding in her frail, fragile hand, you will stand in her way, doesn't make a difference, doesn't matter much Please, don't scream when I tell you I cannot stay, there is too much to do, you've got too many words to say to other people, they don't mean anything, you don't mean anything to me. |
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