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There’s one on my arm From that time You led me through the park “don’t peek,” you said I peeked. I’m still sorry There’s a bunch All over my hands Because someone held them When I was crossing the street I looked down And not only saw my feet But I saw one from the time yours fell on mine We were dancing Drunk with eachothers’ love And drunk by wine But mostly drunk because That’s the only way to be When among friends There’s one I wish wasn’t there From a time when “no” Meant “fine” And fine it was not And one more on my face A river pushing through earth eroded From too much use Or not enough I gather them sometimes Give them a good look. Remember them. Then forget. Remember Forget Consider Ignore Remember.
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Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC
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There’s one on my arm From that time You led me through the park “don’t peek,” you said I peeked. I’m still sorry There’s a bunch All over my hands Because someone held them When I was crossing the street I looked down And not only saw my feet But I saw one from the time yours fell on mine We were dancing Drunk with eachothers’ love And drunk by wine But mostly drunk because That’s the only way to be When among friends There’s one I wish wasn’t there From a time when “no” Meant “fine” And fine it was not And one more on my face A river pushing through earth eroded From too much use Or not enough I gather them sometimes Give them a good look. Remember them. Then forget. Remember Forget Consider Ignore Remember.
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susanne
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC
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