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Jun 2013
give it to me.
motionless and waiting.
you are my innocence lost:
you are what i truly want.

Iā€™m motionless and waiting,
as the anticipation scares me.
You are what I truly want,
but I always want to flee.

The anticipation scared me,
so I ran away
constantly i wanted to flee
so let me follow my road.

so i ran away.
and tripped over cracked sidewalks.
this is the road I follow
of cigarette butts and powder.

Tripping over cracking sidewalks,
falling in a pile of scabs and mistakes
covered with cigarette butts and powder:
just blow and forget.

Falling into a pile of my scabs, and my mistakes
Just please give it to me.
Blowing to forget,
I am your innocence lost.
C Evelyn
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C Evelyn  Washington, DC
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