Wednesday, January 18, 2006

still frame, soaked hair still dripping
feeding cats and counting rosery beads
making sure all the mysteries were still there
no motion but electricity crackling across her face
sparks flying off like she was made to explode

i'm open to taking whatever pills you
have in your pocket right now
because that's a gorgeous smile
and I really do wanna think maybe
it was all in my head

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