March 6, 2010
tell me to stop – jeff
shrugging his shoulders, after all do you blame him
his mothers crisp outline fondled his memory
I would rather be hated for who I am
rather than liked for who I’m not
I’d rather be liked for who I am
rather than hated for who I’m not
change just happens, its oh natural
breath in and out, use your nostrils
therapy occupies time
you have my pity, shame and guilt for a while
look into the mirror, if you are careful you can see wrinkles from a smile
have you paid
vigilant, sensitive, observant, deeply untrusting, glancing at the clock
tell me to stop
boredom ate my biscuits
my mind wandered
i wondered, whats for dinner
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