Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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talk about it discreetly while the blue birds play over our shoulders and come home eventually when we become older.. people will see you walk away from here with a pep in your step and your head held high into the sky so taste what it will feel like to be alive and imagine that big decisions only exist when the flowers wilt and you turn on your gas stove to warm your frozen finger tips

feel happy, feel sad
feel mad. feel love.

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