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Katie


Wish I were Kate sometimes
with the dimples and creased dress
sprawled across the bed
with a full heart and a spinning head
with me it’s quite the opposite instead
my chest is hollow
my feet are made of lead
I should fall with it, roll with it
like Kate, most of the time

Forgive her for the absentmindedness
for she’s got great potential
it will all come to her in time
and I,
skip ahead too hurriedly
until I fall and bruise my knees
pick myself up
while you’re gonna pick Katie

Wish I were Kate sometimes
cigarettes wont kill her
sliver of a silver moon to guide her
gold dust inside her
charcoal within me
unbeknown to Katie




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Publicerad 2011-09-06 23:46



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