one_moon_cat (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} one_moon_cat) wrote,@ 2008-01-04 16:16:00 |
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cities rise before me then behind me fall again
Even numbers, skies round. Rough edges her glamours,
leaving red raised welts on untanned places.
Charcoal ; stoned deities. Absence of clothing & rumbled English.
She tries not to let on what she wants, not to the extent she
Might
because after all what is nature? If all were to hold you close,
that'd be enough,
Is it enough to transcend miles? Not without substantiation. This is not some
fluff-brained fancy; she knows all too well the reality
Things do not change. Keep pedaling. Go through
the motions. Date. Laugh. Cry.
Forget nothing, and love as hard as you can
Even numbers, skies round. Rough edges her glamours,
leaving red raised welts on untanned places.
Charcoal ; stoned deities. Absence of clothing & rumbled English.
She tries not to let on what she wants, not to the extent she
Might
because after all what is nature? If all were to hold you close,
that'd be enough,
Is it enough to transcend miles? Not without substantiation. This is not some
fluff-brained fancy; she knows all too well the reality
Things do not change. Keep pedaling. Go through
the motions. Date. Laugh. Cry.
Forget nothing, and love as hard as you can
