

dadi feel my heart racing when we're standing on the porch at night with fog and rain falling on the sand and tar roof it's been raining for five minutes and it's already leaking our long gangly legs in front of us i notice we stand the same way you're inhaling your cigarette and you look tired your green eyes and dark hair reminds me that you're my father my sharp nose and thin frame reminds me that i'm your daughter you're telling me that you work too much i think you're too old and weary the world hasdad


dead insidedon't look at me don't reach out with your glazed and jaundiced eyes i can see you're dead inside toodead inside
i wanted to be bones too white washed until there's nothing but ash grow until i'm so big i disappear
we weren't imaginary and weak we weren't the dust of dreams when we succumb we are strong.
Devious Comments
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"Art is why I get up in the morning" ~Ani Difranco
all u gotta do is come and send a note, and say where you live in MO and Ill add you to a list and post it in the journal.
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