Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Repeat to fade

I recall a room with green walls, yes dusty green that unravels into a forgotten series of Sundays, days set up like dominoes, the way you hardly had to tip your smile at me and I’d tumble, repeatedly, like a chorus without a hook, yes you only had to ask
- I’d make the same mistakes again, yes I’d kill for another shot at that afternoon, when you put your hand in the crook of my legs and tried to stem the flow of time, but all you did was make my knees weak and goddamn you, break my heart.

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