A small excerpt to see if you steal it

October 30, 2010
The love we make when our spines are bent
As the night becomes tangled and stops making sense
With my girl in the bathtub and water in the bed
Is irrelevant.
The things we say when our noses run
As the colors change and move to slow
We light them up or drink them down
They never really leave our tounges...





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