Algernon · Jan 17, 2012
11:15 [what i write when i'm tired as hell]

eleven fifteen
because that's not a reasonable time
for a passive aggressive arguement
(there is never a reasonable time
for such a silly way to communicate)

517
is not the place you should go
when on a whim you feel a tad unsure of yourself

2 dragging feet, bleary eyes and bruised arms
are not going to help you right now
no matter how often you've convinced yourself
that they have

 
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