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2nd on the right and straight on till morning
I'm Lmy.

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Space

Thursday, May 8, 2014



I need some space, you said
measuring distance between
thumb and forefinger, deciding
how much of yourself would fit 
inside me: You liked how I looked,
whitewashed and wet: Gotta get some 
space, you said, frustrated, running
the length of my body, panic seeking
the nearest exit, fastest excuse,
easiest route to far away: You 
forget who it was who loved you first
before art compelled you to seek out
foreign walls: Always I give, always
I am emptied. Always, I am left behind.
Tania De Rozario







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