Let's.Call.This.Okay.

March 24, 2009
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Left right,


Right left.

Up stairs,
down halls,
across borders.
Floating away,
walking backwards.
Not following you
anymore.
Say I've changed,
claim I've gone.
Let me go.
Pass burnt walls,
skip scattered brick.

Running from past;
running from future;
running in place.

Spin me around,
I've gotten lost
without your sound.
Leave me be,
voices screaming.
Spinning into collisions,
distent you.
Run and trip and fall.
Face grass under
bare feet
or not a thing at all.

Right left.

Left right.





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