shebreathes's Diaryland Diary

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thiss is regret

i was waiting in a swamp
green air green plants green water
green fingers
snap shot nonexistant wind
brings forth images of other things
this bathtub is a swamp
red water red fingers
these are the memories of
black and white pigeons
flying south over such a green swamp
i was kissing trees
tracing trails of numbers
hoping to spell out your name
i was waiting in a swamp
love bruise seaweed
sticking to my legs
i was waiting
watching north fade into south
letting this kiss
empty me
i was running migrating
staying put
this was not a memory
only green left on my skin
like filth

10:58 pm - August 19, 2004

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