to tell you honestly,
I’m tired of waiting
waiting for you to say your name
to tell me how was your day
...
'muddied' i must've thought.
dirty, dirty with filth!
it might be the sand, puked by the dead river
dead leaves, cracked bones, layers and layers of bygone dusts
...
bored monkeys
parroting myna
neurotic fish with her imaginary twin
visiting a zoo?
...
piece by piece
we suit each other
piece by piece
we form each other
...
of your marvelous mess
sailing through
your blanket of fears
blanket of curves
...
i've been standing still
across ur window
standing still
amongst empty tables
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Tuesday, January 27,2009
stranger #008
is that his hair?
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tori amos sounds like a girl
trapped in a well
one monday morning
paper cup shaped well
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