shack up

let's get slow tears in a pile to swim through and splash in (we've survived) and living means more than falling skies sometimes with you or anyone else (that's in the room) we find aeronautics for soul-divers and cream colored pastries for poets who can't come up with anything else to say about anything at all so i lay back and imagine a world without clouds and know that anything trembled through can be loved for a while and held tight as stories to tell.

you know?

2004-06-01 | 3:26 p.m.
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