3.01.2010

my hands are freezing

You were neither kind of here nor there
  talking in angles and dreams
    it was beautiful

We walked down the concrete paths
  of the museum into the plaza
    and you fell unconscious

You disappeared that day
  why did you want me gone -
    it was rather strange

I can't explain it, just
  like how I can't explain
    why it snowed in July.

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