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Jul 25, 2006 16:53

one line, one beer waiting.
michele outside the door siting.

later we go swimming- everyone on that beach
naked and laughing and drinking and fucking-
(picture hippie commune or sodom and gomorrah.)

my lips are dry
the water is dark and murky and warm...
jordan's calling my name
(keep swimming keep swimming)

one line.
two lines.
one line.

breathe keep breathing.

most days are filled
but not felt.
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