Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Mallory

Once I sat inside your livingroom.
We were watching a movie for kids.
There were toys strewn about,
Your mother was embarressed.
It was a time before your
Life took a turn, your eyes learned.
You were a child, I was a child.
We both cried when we were young.
You got tattooed after I moved.
And we're not yet done.

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