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Apr 21, 2006 09:58


Kindred

we haven’t been beautiful since then / toothsome in the thrums of our youth / sun dappled through rain / all bright stranger-faces were wide and wider / my voice wound round us in thick-thick clucks / digits dragged along upholstery, each car-hair distinct / a voice flung from the stereo: listen, listen down that sound: you yes you / i ( Read more... )

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tyleranosaurus April 24 2006, 02:24:13 UTC
i like

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