.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

4.20.2004

i always wanted to be the one worth leaving
__falling apart.
(all these
pieces littering the april floor)

your genuinity is
peeling away strips,
stripping away layers of me,
that i am layering from the inside out.

just to the outside of the inside of you
and you make me smile so
i think i'll keep you.

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