ROSES ARE
ROSES ARE
Today was a day when RED meant
nothing Especially when it was
supposed to mean something
Escaped intersections within inches
of my life: Why are they all stopping?
It was the day I was going to use my new
index cards to write like Blake Instead
I’m faking it on piss yellow post it paper
Thankful I did not meet my maker
When everything was supposed to be different except it wasn’t
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Fall 2012
songanddancegirl 