Sunday, September 14, 2008

i'm silent you’re the queer damp angle at the corner of my eye don't want to wake you only want to watch those slick undesigned maneuvers you make with your mouth it's all in the mouth I'd swallow a corkscrew to hear what your mouth is thinking red birds jab disinterestedly at your liquids you walk by my thoughts but you don't stop to say hello

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