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Oct 2013
Its kinda like if love were cables,
I was quick to plug them in.
and if hate ran through my veins,
I cut away at them.
You can't have a red plug
in a yellow socket.

Sometimes its hard to install new things,
to plug the right colours
in the right places,
and I get a little mixed up

you see,

My veins ran as long and thin,
the colours seemed to fit.

But I'm not electric,
and I snipped at the wrong lines this time.
andrea hundt
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andrea hundt  Canada
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