12/06/09
What's it worth?
a random thought at 4, a burning sensation before the sun,
a memory left frosted in the coldness of the nights unfolding bitterness....
Stilted air unsteadily encases the space between my lungs and my lips...
Will it ever matter?
or will i catch the same deja vu I've known for years and forget, again?
[I'm sure I've forgotten this thought before]
a wasted space of time on the clock between 3 and 5.
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