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so nervous in my nature, feet rubbing, heart pounding.. eyes looking anywhere but to your eyes, wanting to inquire, wanting to express, so uncertain what to say when words reach out, yet somewhere inside the deep universe, is that horrible me, I've swallowed, the hungry, needy me, that's travelled so far, with nothing to say.. all playing out in my head, loud like cinema, a nine yr old trying to learn Russian on his own; at twentyone in love and broke; a three yr old terrified from riding down a hill; a grade seven science project gone wrong; a sixteen year old fumbling to play guitar; a smurf bag walking to my dad’s car from kindergarden; at thirty one in love and broke; ya, always in love and broken; the fiction that our selves are made up of.
© Bryan McLean April 28, 2010
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so nervous in my nature, feet rubbing, heart pounding.. eyes looking anywhere but to your eyes, wanting to inquire, wanting to express, so uncertain what to say when words reach out, yet somewhere inside the deep universe, is that horrible me, I've swallowed, the hungry, needy me, that's travelled so far, with nothing to say.. all playing out in my head, loud like cinema, a nine yr old trying to learn Russian on his own; at twentyone in love and broke; a three yr old terrified from riding down a hill; a grade seven science project gone wrong; a sixteen year old fumbling to play guitar; a smurf bag walking to my dad’s car from kindergarden; at thirty one in love and broke; ya, always in love and broken; the fiction that our selves are made up of.
© Bryan McLean April 28, 2010
034/100:2
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