Tick Tick Tick
anonymous
July 7 2005, 16:05:35 UTC
Blue and red blood like two sides of a metronome. I can't wind this clock, but only wait for it to wind down, or maybe just fall off the wall suddenly and bust into dust. It's a very cold Jully. Feels like November. I've been riding my bike to work, and even though they just put up a flashing servalance light at the corner of Le Moyne and Spaulding that alerts police when it hears gunshots, I'm taken back by my total lack of fear when I ride my bike past the enormous grown men who gaurd their stoops like gargoyles. Let them kill me if they like. I smile at them now. Sometimes they even smile back. I'm afraid to call you though. You have more power than they do. I love you, and I'm sorry. I miss you. I am confused, and restless. Please understand. I love you
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I'm afraid to call you though. You have more power than they do. I love you, and I'm sorry. I miss you. I am confused, and restless. Please understand. I love you
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