Meet me at the BLANK.

December 3, 2009
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Meet me somewhere cold
Where its so dark you cant
See who I am, and I forget.
Where everything ends
And parallels meet
Meet me somewhere of in-
betweens, and could be's.
Meet me where the bodies
of ours talk and sing.
Talk to me like sweet on
A summer day.
Meet me where the ice on the
Ground and our breath
Meet me in the illegible mess
And lost four digit
When summer end,
Where shall I wait for you to
Meet me?

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