Saturday, July 09, 2005
the spinning top
bursts of speed makes it twirl high- roundroundround n then it lies on its side
unease
broken promises
pounding hearts
awkward handshakes
potent silences
hasty brush-aways
missed opportunities aplenty
tearful nights and shameful haunting secrets.
than just about every temporary high.
heads in the air
hands in your hair
swing your arms like you just dont care
shades on slides (c)over
glazed stoned
hairline crack
i just cant seem to find you/it/that anywhere
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dreamed.at .|. 12:31 AM