I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

Don’t

June 13, 2007

when you look at me,
you leave me feeling naked
down to my core.

when you speak
you catch me standing
blank against a motionless world.

when you touch
you have my heart exploding in
colors out of beat.

So don't.

don't look at me.
don't speak to me.
don't touch me.

Just don't. 

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