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Sep 22, 2005 00:02

faces rise from memory
taste of her lips
road trips
spent feeding
ostrich neck's craned
remnants of creatures
lost

hands on her hips
driving through clouds
thoughts in sync
drops on the windshield
so thick
I couldn't see what was coming
the disconnect

comets in night's sky
fell to earth
everything falls
not the end of the beginning
but the beginning of the end
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