poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Monday, January 15, 2007

pulling into
fuzzy
spinning
wrapped floats
stopping to eat
plums by the
tracks...
do trains steal
moments
sigh,
that never happened?
who says lie is a word?
me to you me to me
you to me you to you
me to he he to me
he to she she to she
she to you you to you
it's just a bunch
of fairytale years
wrapped around
upside down
rightside.

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