Thursday, January 29, 2009

I Eat Ice Out of Glasses Meant for Alcohol

Can I melt, dissolve, reappear?
Tell me
Can I change so much, grow from my little girl
Move up and not care and be free?
Will this move me?
Shut up. 
I like eating ice, do you?
Then you can't talk properly
Oh. Oh. Right
I found someone who uses punctuation
And dances with me
Who made me breathe the air
Forced out of blankets and into the wilderness
Guess what I discovered?
grace

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