Thursday, February 16, 2017

It's Not Going to Happen

cause "she's" so high above me

and, i smiled at them and immediately out-of-seat-and-over-by-me (i never had tried an invitation before, at least not purposefully) but, then we shyness. we didn't even talk to them. sometimes we just sit or stand silent in presence...or talk to everyone else...and acknowledge only in aloneness...near-alone...i think we're alone now...maybe they are embarrassed to-be-seen-with, or maybe they know in-secret-we-wetter, but punish me, It's Not Going to Happen

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