Thursday, July 05, 2007

No, Just..

new skin

Peach flavor?

hold still and let me cover your eyelids with hums

Soft as wings?

eerie breath

A shoebox full?

I see

Thigh highs, happy accidents & rockets?

ruby pockets

On a guerrilla sun?

abandoned murmurs

Fog in the glass?

on the nightstand

Wormhole?

the outline of another

Dream.

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