the images scream into my head;
like radio static - I want to grind this life away,
hands trailing down unsuspecting legs
your reaction,
it was a priceless addition to my egotistical ways;
and suddenly pedals bloom into streetshows of
lights
and sound.
tongues dripping of turpentine;
comfort reactions on a start-stop basis rendering
your words useless and soft-rimmed;
like those eyes,
the ones that kept me warm in the midst of
disaster and car crash humor.
Please tell me what you think
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i like this alot
i have a bad feeling though....this have anything to do with the thing you wouldn't tell me?
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No.
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