Behind me I pull up
stakes or weeds or my insights
as I go - I wish
I knew how to hold
it all just like then when I
wished, wished I knew you.
Wishing that I knew
how to hold it all, thinking
then about now, what
now would be like when
I'd finally know.
Shit.
July 5, 2011 5:03 AM
Beautiful.
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