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The grain of salt I mistook you for Still tasted bitter on my pallet Forget that when We buckled We never broke Just bent Like the tense end of a ruler Like childhood daring Teasing the ends to touch Before the snap Sent you home for being disobedient You sent me home So many times I got the path back memorized The same way Ice skaters know When to move There is a special kind of cursive Etched in the dusty back roads Of my misbehavior Spells out Perfect sometimes Spells out Forgive me Spells out Last ditch effort to make you like me I barely know where I am going Barely know where I've been Just got this itch to move I guess
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
It's more like an Itch I guess
The grain of salt I mistook you for Still tasted bitter on my pallet Forget that when We buckled We never broke Just bent Like the tense end of a ruler Like childhood daring Teasing the ends to touch Before the snap Sent you home for being disobedient You sent me home So many times I got the path back memorized The same way Ice skaters know When to move There is a special kind of cursive Etched in the dusty back roads Of my misbehavior Spells out Perfect sometimes Spells out Forgive me Spells out Last ditch effort to make you like me I barely know where I am going Barely know where I've been Just got this itch to move I guess
Take that English writing lab again!
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
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