we fit so good together 'cus i knew you like i knew myself

then something says something tells me you want or think you dont want or dont need to think or some such arrangemnet plan deal made between a person and their thoughts, bartering for a better life, a larger toothy smile ("like god's shoeshine") and somewhere, somehow, your on my mind, i can't figure it, and it's enveloping me tight lipped, i think maybe i need less sunlight or more wind, or the air i keep at 63 in the house, but here, it's hot as hell and raging, smiles are all frowns here, and email is the new burning bush, and it's falling, and suddenly we can all look up and i wonder if you can see the stars the same way i see them.

2003-07-22 | 1:05 p.m.
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