Friday, January 23, 2009

black balloon and a blue afternoon

i am not dark, i am not so hollow, i am not solid, i am not.
i could trace and sketch the lines i've drawn along your own,
but i never like to draw the same picture twice.

so i'm ripping you up,
and recycling.

i'll make the ends meet, and if i can't,
i'll hid them tucked in notebooks under my shelves.

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