Tuesday, April 2, 2013

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04/02

Tornado, remember the calluses you lured me with? That love em and leave em attitude I loved, my chance to be your last second superman. To catch the last tree falling, upright her with flick of hip. I knew you before throwing barns and tangled fences. Before you were the shape of a mind.

Because of you the bed is never made. I cannot comb my hair and keep it that way(could not even before you came). Because of you my bathtub is full of books and blankets. I throw my pens in the air and never see them again. I point above and say green. I let go and fly like paper. There are no locks--the doors never close. We kiss in scribbles. With the gutters gone, you can throw me to stars.

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