Monday, June 28, 2004

turn away, it’s

all the same to he and she. he
won’t miss her fingers creeping into his
in the dark

she won’t

think of him when the moon is full
they won’t

talk beyond sleep, beyond schedules, beyond sanity, won’t wait
for each other at lunch. turn

away, it’s

all the same to them

she won’t
wear his t-shirts to bed he won’t
have her walk on thisside of the road why are
you sad; it's

all the same to them

Mina at 6:11 PM

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