kept my own gray capped film canister
stuck beneath "On Revolution"
fun straws cut down with scissors
they wore neon candy striping down the sides
I kept credit cards and razor blades
tucked beneath Wall Street Journals
my lungs relaxed my skull inflamed
I nodded while I felt eternal
blood swam upstream as my heart
remembered to beat (barely)
I could not hear screams
dizzy, dizzy, dizzy
my mind remains weak
its those bitter sorts of
memories
I cried out "history!"
in the lobby, lobby, lobby
bracelet found cinched
'round my wrist. I have had
a few worse nightmares than this.
I remember chop it up,
tap tap
just to let it blow.
I choked on the air I'd forgot
to let go.
I lost my gray capped film canister
and the pearls I held were filthy.
their satin white was a lie, but
in the light,
they looked so sanitary.
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Beautiful slime!
dI lost my gray capped film canister
and the pearls I held were filthy.
their satin white was a lie,
Love this image.
and the pearls I held were filthy
Great photograph of a hand shaking in words
well done.
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'I lost my gray capped film canister
and the pearls I held were filthy.
their satin white was a lie, but
in the light,
they looked so sanitary.'
loved those lines =]
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