Barely At All
2012-12-25

maybe she thought we could be friends
that the thick and metallic scent of my blood
upon her hands
had been eroded away
under the sands of time

it had not.

she, the closest i would come to conviction
and every glance, a memory
as if she wore a mirror
to remind me
of how she came to be
and how i barely got here
at all

 

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