experimental writing. poetry. missions, goals, and plans.

16.6.08

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We haven't spoken in a while,
I know. I know what you might be
thinking, I'm wrong. And I can only
reminisce of the last words you
uttered,It doesn't matter. It
doesn't matter, where
you'll take me,
Or where
I'll follow
you.
But to learn
and live is a skill
I take for granted.
to learn to love, a privilege
undemanded. Now all I've
learned and all I've heard
will be swiftly reprimanded.

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