martes, 29 de enero de 2013

Locked lips

Under burdening circumstances. Is there regret? I can't say. I know that I don't know what I want to know. What is this, anyway? Do I want it, or am I just going on by muscle memory? Lips locked and eyes closed, I walk away and let it go.

Greener pastures on the other side of the sidewalk.

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