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Jul 02, 2007 20:05

a smile that i hand-picked for the notes i couldn't hit.
more than mediocre and i don't believe it, but nod.
the only reason i recognized that i was nervous:
the lyrics convulsing in my unsteady hand.
when the physical has to kick-start the emotional,
but still fails. serotonin replaced simply by sweat.
you've got a bad case of detachment, honey.

music, nothing, nothing nothing nothing, detachment

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