January 2011
11 posts
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who is this impostor? he creeps in sometimes late at night, long after i have finally closed my eyes. i set off to dream but my attempts are thwarted by some foolhardy fake. influenced by the world around him, too nearsighted to see the future, hands gripped tightly around the wheel. knowing why my plans are derailed turns my knuckles to white. demolish the walls of this old house. run to a...
