a fool
the skyline in her eyes,
painting the silhouettes of the buildings she has always loved across the room,
giving her an unusual feeling, more like.. a memory
memories, that she almost forgot it hurts, but she enjoyed it anyway
until she looked down and could never look at the same street ever again
moments later, a whisper can be heard, from her, quoting her favorite poetry
she said, “i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one”
—s.d.u
3/28/2014 11:57pm
3/28/2014 11:57pm
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