Monday, March 06, 2006

the radar and the lungs
green mystic visions
the flashing reds
of planes
you wished on
tasting aluminum
betting on
chemically driven horses
is my scent still curling through your nose

Fabricated by F/Brownstone at 3:22:00 AM

...and then there was

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