December 2009
2 posts
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I swear by the cold of my sword
to mingle with grace
to walk upon thee
to serve those sparks of eyes
that bewildered with a single glance
how may I indignantly becoming repulsive?
that’s not the smell of my grass
not the point of my reaction
nor the way of changing
start the clock now she’s thinking
I can see by the thinning of her hair
feel the roughest of hands
and dried imaginary...
tipped
I’m on my radiology class, and wander accross the room. My mind is surely on the outside. Sometime you just can’t stand someone’s voice. I felt like have to recheck thousand lists that I made.I was staring into spaces after me. There’s no window and all the people filled the seats and left some empty seats behind. Was dying for friday