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07 June 2008 @ 11:12 am
turning pages between my ears  
Far from yesterday
Waste not wanting this to end
Granted handshake wishes I'm yours for the
Pull me into your heart
Treat me with surgeon's bathysphere
Cover myopic my hallowed sound
Canticles can't icicle fresh - they're forgotten sideliners
Guilt in gold, the domes enclose
Not ghosts, no. Win ever you play
You will loose the dogs of
Forged in steely eyes wandering two paths
Overgrown with scissorhand hairstyles
Watching out gubernatorial wills legislating in the aisles
Baked s'mores over hot tin roofs
Blown tornado uppercut
Really kicks me in the
Shins and grits
Just a way of turning pages between my ears
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: Drama Tiki - Pennies