Strawberry Blonde

I ask myself how to say it

I love this city

while running on caffeine

and dizzy like a dream

sweet like peach tea

I don't fit inside my body

nor do the flowers in the vase

or the empty cups on the table

that talk of empty days

that don't fit inside my memory

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Written September 2008

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