Saturday, May 5, 2012

Who


And then she came
tickling me from the back
giggle to giggle, hurt to heart
I knew her from before, and from after
I knew her but never did make her my own
Never talk to strangers, my mother had told
But i became strange
and more cold

Who are you?, i ask so few
it echoed back
cutting through




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