25 September 2005

poisond apples

how to fall in love on th last night -
hours dribble down lips of

lower, lower
and


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the way she shined
in a natural state of
bone


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airplane in autumn
or a dream sky
writing


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m plume nothing
and a woman i know
abandoned on heaven's
dark patio

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she looked a lot better
when i used to spy on her

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it didn't happen
over&over in th dark kitchen
it didn't happen

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a sublte wind through a window
can blow maps off a wall

that seems so random

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welcome;
th monosyllabic white man of the future

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