Stranger, I would even watch baseball with you.
I don't need your face.
Only your presence (And even that you can offer half-heartedly).
But with you I'll share. Go ahead.
You can have my face, my body.
Yeah, I know that this is an uneven trade.
But that injustice is justified
By the fact that I am broken.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Bartering
at 11:07 PM
Flavors: Red Velvet Poetry
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