Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Shh

Will not tell you.
Take it from me.
Will not tell you.
Will not tell you.
You do not fit.
Will not.

Never. As far.
Lighter.
You do not fit.
Tell you.
Tremble.
You will never dream over these mountains.

But I will.

Three months of driving.

I won’t share it.
Mine.

I am alone.

On the left.

I will not think of yours.
I take control instead.

Will not tell you.

If I get lost, it will be better.
A story to tell.

If I get lost,
Will be better.

I will not tell you.

Glide.
One,
One,
two,
two,
three.

Now.
Then. Whenever.

Shh.

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