Monday, September 14, 2009

i hung out with my floor today and we
quickly became friends.
from where do we find ourselves helpless.
wonder what these words have to convey,
an intellectual taking potshots, the daughter.
ideas are something to fight
for, it happens all the time/ disturb
our self-satisfaction.
your look, it helps to stabilize
language; when
to stop seeing you-
across the quiet and open room.

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