wither

you're sleeping on the couch across from me while i write this, a few things have happened, but mostly, our silence is our majesty and we are keeping great secrets just behind our eyes, yours: eyelids barely shut at all and dreaming of the waking daylight dream night and cleary we are so much brighter than silicon stars and racing stripes and some have nothing more to give than sadness...

2004-02-17 | 9:34 p.m.
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