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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

If we leave ...

Sana when we leave and move away
your brain gets a reset, not brand new,
it's like clearing your cache
empty just ready for new downloads
Sana when we leave and move away
It's like absolute amnesia
There are no memories, good and especially bad
I think that's fair nuff
You don't remember old names, no familiar faces
The past erased, no reason to look back and regret
What you did instead of what you should have done
Things you said, and did not say
What you missed,and found
and threw away again.

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