Tuesday, March 25, 2008
the kids from the meadows
I tried.
you must have known,
I tried.
it was as neon as the lights you raised me under.
our skin shone pinks and blues like fish
deep
under
water.
we learned to turn shit into oxygen coughing our ways through the days
our faulty filters doing their best to
keep us alive.
somehow,
we survived.
we survived.
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