t stuff that 'iloveyou' can't say
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
what you have for me is one with what you are to me
rain has found its way through the ceiling
night strikes its drowsy spell on daytime

cold injects its metals through my pores
heat drinks waters from my veins

crowd prompts laughter
swarms assault

barefoot

i could have had it
and more

if not for the blanket
that is you
 
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