Aug 12, 2005 16:56
Tastes bitter inside
these gums smacking me away
to stark forgiveness.
Poets braid language
with ego, sprinkled heavy
with stolen rhythms.
Reaching for a leaf
in autumn flutter orange
floats between fingers.
Foreheads pound against
each other, bleeding distaste
pores oozing lost dreams
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having a sale...you want to
meet me in Salt Lake?
Bryan's wedding should
be kinda interesting
and rather fun, so...
wanna work something
out so we can get you there?
it would be worth it
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