If I put my hand on your shoulder
I'm afraid it will be too intimate
Because my palm might reveal that bleached in my flesh still
Is the memory of every freckle and crease of your body
Faded there in the negative
Like a yellowed lace pillow left too long in the sun.
And if I look into your eyes
Perhaps you’ll see the movie playing on the back of my skull
Happy children touching, their skin illuminated in sepia tones
By the warm yellow light poring in from the
Stained glass windows where my eyes ought to be.
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"All I need is my camera...then everything will be perfect."
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"Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions." -Lord Henry Wotton
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i need my treatment, it's tomorrow, they send me
singing, "I am an American-" ...do you?
picture this, if they could make the change -
i'd love to pull the wires from the wall - did you?
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