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Friday, March 25, 2011

Garbage

I am tired. 
So fucking tired
Of sucking you
And fucking you
I can take out the garbage on my own.
You are no longer my home. 
If I had all the money in the world
I would buy nerves and guts
And a new dress
That would sway
And jump
And shout for joy
As you'd watch me walk away.
No longer tired. 
But so alive.
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  1. amyMarch 26, 2011 at 3:18 PM

    This blog is bad-a! And this poem is hardcore! Love it!

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