Sunday, September 27, 2009

poem fragments...i will turn this into something someday.

like my brother sans his fix, 

my body was shaking.

u left me and asked if i was okay.

i nodded, but it didn't matter.  you still went away.


i run and run, chasing a high.

but i swear all my endorphins have been used up.

after, i still feel the same.

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