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maybe with a gasp
of discontent you would notice
the tears in my eyes.
oh if i held my breath and
turned blue, you would know how
blue i am on the inside.
my blood runs thinner now that
ive had a drink
the drink tells me to lie
very still, with quarters on my eyes
and an old kiss still puckered on my lips.
the ocean could crash down,
millions of miles away, and the
tiniest of vibrations
would still tickle my toes.
they wont remember me
tomorrow, or even notice if i were gone.
their minds
are not as sharp as my elbows,
ive always been able to butt my way
through a crowd.
stand out, stand up, stand down.
if i were unique
like you say, i never knew
how i got this way.
would like to think i
were ordinary...would like to think
things are easier for those
without pencils in their pockets
or nails in their shoes.