Now
2013-03-28 | 1:53 a.m.
You make me Second guess myself You remind me Of all the curtailed Contingency The way I abstract When fingers slip The backs of those Who turned solemnly away Who turned me inexistent You make me want This breathe of absence To kneel and build My bones and blood Solitary and strong But then where Your hands are That's where my body Becomes
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