a chapped abyss of innocent words
Saturday, January 12, 2008
i suppose
time skips
scratches on a disk
or scene to scene DVDs
and each time it skips
hops and jumps
the time you missed
it slows double time
to make up for itself
you remember,
but you can't remember living it.
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