7/4/12

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The Future of Our Past
By Teesha Thomas


We'll blame the season,
I'll blame your reasons,
And the time and tide,
And our scars stretched wide;
The people and places in between,
Whispered half-truths we'd never mean,
And we'll try and try to unlearn that tune,
The pockmarked surface of our blue moon,
Under sheets, together, snug as a spoon,
Perhaps, perhaps, we spoke too soon?


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A recent graduate majoring in Advertising who loves reading, writing short stories and poetry and is fascinated by spiders. Has a dog and three cats and can never sing in tune. Enjoys trekking, personification and currently works as a Copywriter.