Friday, June 12, 2009

now.

now,
as i take down these memories from the shelf,
i remember.

now,
as i pack them in boxes and bins,
i reminisce.

now,
as i take the shelves off the wall,
i grimace.

because the shelves took some paint off the wall, and my dad is going to kill me.

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oh, crap.

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