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Oct 14, 2006 00:00

take out the varnish
from yr sweet highness
is it really heaven when you cry?

i thought id let you think for awhile.

extinguish another cigarette
on yr polished skin
so, what have you left?
yr 5 foot 9 but all you do is sink

come where its warmer
i could have told her
"By the time you figure it out,
Ill have moved on."
but it was a pressing matter
so we thought about it....
never to make sense
of some broken english
muddled in my head
by a million buzzing
bees,
and the vibrato
of music
i wrapped my mind around it
the vien on my forehead tensed

im going to bed
to remember to forget
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