Thursday, March 10, 2011


When night comes

and my world is quiet

I know you are waiting for me to make a sound.

To show myself to you.

to reveal all my secrets.

But sometimes I don't want to share.

Sometimes I keep them inside and bury them deep.

So that you can't find them.

But often they get unrooted.


And then what am I to say?

Here I am.

All my fat pieces.

Do with me as you may.

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