Each one is a different prize
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Trying To Be Blind To You
If I turn off the lights, maybe I won't recognize the memories I trip over.
If I cover my eyes, maybe I won't match the pain my hand feels to you.
If I hold my breath, maybe I won't happen to repeat the words you told me so long ago.
Ammietia (a girl you once knew)
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