12/9/09
i stood in the center of a cold eggshell dream
wearing weathered lungs to speak
i guess i just don't know how to hold a smile
i will leave all the ships to sink
and you were all alone under a sea-swelled tide
blankets of hands waving goodbye
i felt so ancient and untied,
pressed in pages thrown aside
i was not ashamed
when you're left on hooks
like your cold weather clothes
the years just pass you by
i'll flicker like a falling
star smeared in the sky
and nothing will mean anything this time
i am not ashamed
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