and by my attempt of writing as nonstop as possible
by not reading what i've written until it's already there.
i keep myself dirty.
too fresh too be clean.
i don't know how to dress myself.
i don't know how to protect you either.
but then again, everyone slips.
i've thought.
i'm thunk.
thud.
because i felt like it.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
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