You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

the girl in my dream

smiled widely,
& softly said,



"You're
only
twenty
sweetheart."
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