I wash away the smell
and stain from my skin.
Like words from the newsprint
burned in the fire.
Nothing remains but the ash that floats away with the wind.
You would never know something was there.
With closed eyes
the flickering light is all I can see.
Dancing memories.
I play the song again.
Wishing mistakes too, would float with the wind.
April 11, 2009
wish away my memory
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quinn, it was lovely bumping into you last month at matt's show. i wish we were in the same town so we could be friends. however, i just got off the phone with mi madre and she said your lil sis is moving to chicago and doesn't know anyone. i'd be more than happy to be a friend if she needs one. but you will have to come and visit! there's nothing like chicago in the summer...
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