Friday, May 19, 2006

(More from the back pocket)

Give me relief. Give me solace. Let me forget. Remember, I don't hate you, I hate the pleasant memories you evoke. Your ability to cause this bitterness by being so sweet. I'll look at you, turn around, there you are, at the back of my head. How can I make you go away without pushing?
I'll close up.

All of you.

Bye

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