August 22, 2008 at 8:13 pm (poem)

touch on my face
just the morningrise
scent hits my brain
just something else
don’t want to walk in moonlight
feels so pointless
I turn away from what I like
just don’t feel like it
one of those phases
don’t feel like it
maybe it’s time to jump
against a wall
more likely it’s time to do
anything at all.

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