UNTITLED

by April 5, 2013 0 comments

When I think of Dallas
I think of you

As if there is nothing
Left to imagine

When I think of Austin
I think of betrayal

I have no control here
I have something special

Your eyes follow me
Into the dusty
Turtle shell my back
has grown into

when I
forgive myself

I’ll be someone else

I hope I know you
And love you
Then

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