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taking my leave

good bye
im leaving

take it the wrong way if you want
we were close once which is exactly
why i dont want you in my periphery

but feel free to
take it the wrong way id say youre
entitled to

i used to say that loves greatest mystery
was the
intimacy
trust
tenderness
turned strangership and the taste of blood
under clasped teeth and fake smiles and
anyway

people would trade a thousand hookups to
one person whoud step between them and
those who do what those who do
do
aint my people aint
my tribe aint
me

I

aint much

grown an old mans scent
and fat
bad teeth
and so
bad breath

thats about it

but my heart is banging hard and crimson
and yesterday i stepped between a broken bottle
and a stranger
without fear
thats me

and i know this aint my time but i have no intention
to make it mine

so im taking my leave
if you want you know
where to reach me if
you dont

dont
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  1. Clas le PetitJanuary 7, 2010 at 7:19 PM

    Sad but beautiful!
    I'd say with that heart of yours, any time is your time.

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