you're toxic. i don't know what to do about that information but you are and i want to stay away from you but i feel like you can be my "person". just a feeling though. but you're toxic toxic toxic. i know how much you love nature but i hate green and you're getting dirt stuck in my fingertips and i have bloodied knees from kneeling on gravel. we haven't talked for a week and i feel like i did something wrong. did i? quit making me lie on wet grass when i'm wearing all-white.
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Poetry"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
