he said a lot of things, she didn't always listen
his mind changed often, hers in steady rotation
the radio was blaring, analog ceiling fan
-still.
I often catch you breathing
cloak of iron-clad curtains
your body smooth like elixir.
12FV.
December 9, 2009
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i am feening for some of that albacore we had before i peaced.
soooo good!
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