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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

bass drum

giving up, and letting the time go. i love her, however he said it so please surrender your lovely words. speech trapped in your mind and acting out the verbs. they told me love has potential to be a noun and a verb... granted, they did eat a lb. of shrooms, and wasn't sure if anyone heard.


words. 


words have been easily twisted, i love her again wishing telepathy still existed. giving you pieces of me through ink and technology have me going ballistic. i hope you find that letter i left in your old house. sitting here without a spouse, living in doubt with secrets about broken hearts and poisoned darts i used from a distance on my fellah. and i couldn't help acting as your rain and umbrella. beating hearts bright as candela, it feels so good next to silent cries. i dream of times when you were mine...tonight.

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