when i speak i cross my fingers
dont try
to get me to start telling all my secrets.
its not like
you wanna hear the truth anyway.
and youre not gonna be there
when im crying,
hugging my ribs,
waiting for the ache
in my gut
to
just
go
away.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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