Immobilized, As though The distance between your tongue and lip was suddenly too far; I’m lapping the language from your mouth as I Retreat to wet empty streets with the seamless sky hiding in my pocket. I let my footsteps sink in.. Just so someone could trail and get lost? Soon i will be gone, too.
Monday, July 7, 2008
same shade as concete.
Immobilized, As though The distance between your tongue and lip was suddenly too far; I’m lapping the language from your mouth as I Retreat to wet empty streets with the seamless sky hiding in my pocket. I let my footsteps sink in.. Just so someone could trail and get lost? Soon i will be gone, too.
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