you can leave me here, i don't mind
i'll just be sitting over here in the corner, quiet,
not making a bother of myself. i'll string beads,
maybe, or find a scrap of paper and the stub of a
pencil and draw the colors i see in the air around
your head. you can leave me here, on the fringes
of your life. really, i understand.
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