Klonopin Finger-Paintings

December 24, 2010
By paperwalls SILVER, Sudbury, Massachusetts
paperwalls SILVER, Sudbury, Massachusetts
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I was addicted to Klonopin;
my thoughts were like a finger-painting.
My hair was purple;
you were wearing blue.
We were just sophomores
with our hearts in our throats,
choking on those three words.
Love letters were confused with suicide notes.
And I swear I said something;
I just don't remember what.

The author's comments:
Back then, I couldn't even spell "sophomore".

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