Watch me as I move away from all of the people
I carry around with me
You, my rusted anchors
My suffocating blankets
You ground me
Flat
And hold me
With good intention
You can only stay in one place for so long
But first I must untangle myself
From keeping them away
And keeping them
So that they can keep me
As I pretend to want to leave
Monday, April 03, 2006
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