We sleep at day so we can talk at night.
They keep us apart in darkness,
afraid of,
indecency?
They say they remember being a teenager
But I don't recall ever feeling like one.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
April 13th, 2009
Poem by bamboo boy at 1:38 AM
Labels: growing up, life, photography, poem, relationships
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