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04 October 2008 @ 10:36 pm
i am someone's clean little secret  
I wish these words were enough
To grate and exhilarate raw emotion
Until the tears seep through the cracks
Salty and biting, they sting my eyes
The taste reminds me of autumn yesteryears
Of silly dreams
And irrational childhood fears
Could it you have escaped my selective memory?
I don't want to remember,
But i don't ever want to forget.