the page is set; the ink is wet.
Monday, April 4, 2011
April 4.
This is my wish today:
you, forever.
And if they take that away,
it will get better
for I will follow you
(I'll find you,
chase you,
until my fingers
slip between yours
from behind you)
wherever.
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