Glob.
better an open rebuke, than a hidden love.

[a storage closet for your thoughts.]

Tuesday, November 25, 2008
rotation
living spines and clavicle lines
green eyes are whispering lies
every line pressed to mine
remembering sighs of scarlet skies
(not quite alive between each cry)
the night is here.
Written at 11:15 PM by switchboardhustler.
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