somewheres in that big black lonely soul
rolling out forevers
right up to this pain of glass
we call it the night
there's a sparkler of a girl swearing catastrophe
a giant thinking about his inhales
hop head kids hittin bowls in the disco flash of lighters
lovers rolling over quivering
beauty and drunkeness
somewheres in the wind and sin and streetlamp wash
Friday, December 02, 2005
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