Saturday, March 15, 2014
miscarried (they've taken something away)
I am holding my own empty hands
To remember how yours felt
It must have never happened
There were no tweets no blogs no proof
I must have felt it mattered
Only a small amount of matter
That drifted off in an early morning beam of light
I watch the memories of things that never happened
Burn golden then
Disappear
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