22 July, 2006

gone fishing

IRMA CUADROS

these worms are crawling in my head
these thoughts are beating me
these ideas
these great ideas are making me weak
I’m on a cliff
standing on the edge
push me
and you push
as I’m falling
I’m thinking
thinking only good thoughts of you
miss me
miss me
you’ve killed me
I hit
I see the bright blue sky
I see you
I see you

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