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Negative Space



I hate when he leaves,
always so sudden. Like he's afraid of really letting that big red love in.

In.

I curl up in my bed, hair smells of his.
It drives me wild and my body turns,
turns and turns and turns.

Like a penny, a tail, a page, a tide.

I don't want to fall asleep, don't want to close my eyes, don't want to dream.



2010-11-24