there was a street i used to play on when i was young
i think it felt like petty theft beneath my
pinch me (Adam, Eve and.) feet
that is to say it felt like sanctity as i was a petty thief
i can still remember your Norwegian voice
ringing through the dial tone
and when you sang my name
i remember swallowing the telephone
"ring yourself dry" they told me
so i lay down
and prepared to die.
(That is to say)
i did just as they wanted and i will again.
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wow wow
this was really.. strange to read, especially at ten to two in the morning
but, good strange
seems sort of surreal
sort of laced with irony
almost as if you're quietly laughing/smiling wryly at something the reader can't quite grasp
wonderful
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