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Aug 2014
Contemplating circulating this room.
but that's much too dull
it has yellow walls that remind me of bananas
like that song?
music here is like a child grasping a foreign hand
unknown to those who doubt her plan
she that towers and controls
empowered and she knows
that you don't always keep your manners tight
against your side
sometimes, we know that you forget
and sometimes you let yourself fall down
and get *****, for the fun of it.
All the while wishing she would grab you,
so you could let your mind go awry.
Katie
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