where we
i was never more separate
than free, zone
off what i want to need
who i am, roll
down the window a crack
wind says whistle
jump while running
jump while standing
stand still
when the shit is scared out of,
i am sorry i loved you
i am sorry i lied
i am sure
about something,
my heart
never caught up with my aging.
11 March 2011
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