Wednesday, March 28, 2012


Under whatever kind of thing
you’re talk talking about I think
you might do good to get your self
the thing its self
is unraveling
the revealing light of the dark
times the none times the one time we stood
on the mountain
with cigs
and I fell over the edge of love that is death
and the only one none thing
I remember is the
nothing of your lips.

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