October 9, 2007

Slow Motion.

My heart beat.
My blood flow.
The limbs I have.
The cells I grow.
Their intricate plan.
Their purposeful show.
All of the ways they work.
All of the moves they know.
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, I just want to die without you.

11:03 PM
Anonymous said...

Oh, I wish I gave a shit about this, or you, anymore.

7:41 AM
Anonymous said...

I wish you did too, actually.
I definately wish you did too.

8:56 AM

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