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There was nothing under my skin but light,
If you cut me i could shine

Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Atonement

Should I miss you to death. I'd be dead. Sprawled on a heap of leaves, amidst waiting upon the sunlight should you arrive like an angel. There my wasted being will wait, instead. Lifeless and longing. While layers of earth gather above, one by one. Then in time I'd be oil, fossil fuel. Dug up and used by men; Electricity, for efficiency and pain. Or petrol, perhaps.
But you'll find my ludicrous heart, still beating. Yes, still waiting. That's why you see ripples in the water should I be in reminiscence, and feel tremor beneath your feet in my fury.

Then, should you still be breathing, I pray you know my sincerity, and die of regret.
okay, kidding. hahahaha

so, if I wished, I could follow you 11:10 PM