whatever words i say

so, my- and you are better
how i want you like stardust- and now you know
now you know
matchbook and candlelight
we're waiting on silence
-how does one find these last silences?
like, oh so like, soroaster
and teh mountain ranges
40 days in the desert and christ never came across
you
otherwise, surely,
crucifixes would mean something
surely something quite different.

you are all my last good reasons and excuses.

2003-11-23 | 6:35 p.m.
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