Thursday, August 14, 2008


what that burning upper hand said,
jeez, i'd like a gram said
sneaking from bed to bed said> i want to be your #1 man said
and then she said because he said 
and then the bricks built side by side keeping a clumsy form of appetite
holding onto witches night, buried in the blackest light,
from your neck i'd like to take a little bite,

i said, i said that.

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