My Song

September 27, 2007
Shake, rock, break the chords,
over and over in thoughtlessness

the moment moves so
Head tossed with the
Body heat
Reverberate around the room;

the floor is shaking

as we
Rip, rip, tear it up
Oh, how we lose ourselves

The scraps are for recycling.

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