born beneath a dancing star
Saturday, November 5, 2011
I need a better grip
I keep losing things
Like my will to live
My train of thought
My grip on reality
My heart
My mind
Myself
Butterfingers.
1 comment:
anelles47
November 5, 2011 at 9:33 AM
Aww, love, no!
This is beautifully written, though.
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Aww, love, no!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written, though.