hours of this.
hours and hours and hours.
I feel light.
Got that strange smile
playing with the corners
of my mouth.
Kate says,
what?
what are you making that face for?
When I smile like this.
Hours and hours
and I've got my legs bent up
beneath me.
Hair up.
Hair down.
Tap the keyboard.
Hours left,
it's going to be over soon.
I'll tell you what this face is for.
Monday, May 4, 2009
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what face?
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