flippant rejection
agitates their fresh simplicity
nudge and wonder
because rain could evaporate
because she is irretreivable
absolve feverish yearning if
you are smitten
Saturday, January 28
since then i've been so good at vanishing
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It makes me think deeper than normal.
now that i think of it it reminds me of the little words on your fridge...
this rain-hit one I like so much, For the smatter of a first-season's drop, the dull taste of rejection, like the angering behaviour of boys... I relate to this poem (but probably got the meaning wrong- I tend to do that).. and the quiet smile of being irretreivable.
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