Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Chop chop chop
Buds blaze and
Lungs rot
I'd remember yourself alive
But I keep forgetting I forgot
And if I were to stop
What would be to remain?
Trying to refrain? Stirring from realizations
Of what we have and haven't got?
I'd rather not
Chop chop chop


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