Dirty Pink Memories

June 9, 2010
Your words to me
Are now
Eraser markings
On the page

My fingers tingle
As they skim
Over the
Rubber memories

The more I roll
The pink remains
The dirtier
And darker
They become

I whisper your name
And the fragments scatter
With my breath
To land
On your new lovers

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