sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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my winter jacket

no, I didn't do it to spite you.
no, I didn't do it for revenge.
no, I don't think that I could hate you.

I just want to be a little peice of memory
that you pull out of your pocket.
that you pull out of the pocket
of a seasonal jacket.
you pull it out with the lint and
the ten dollars you misplaced last winter.
you survey your hand,
the value in your hand,
your hand,
it carries something priceless.
you carry me priceless.
you carry memory priceless.

you fucked me senseless.

you fucked up the sky for me you fucked up the clouds

the rain
the rain
the rain
the Vancouver rain
it will never
fall
the same
the sky
the clouds
the sky
the clouds

I didn't do it to spite the memory.
I didn't do it for the rain.
I don't think that I could ever make the rain
the sky
the rain
the clouds
fall the same.

10:50 PM - August 30, 2000

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