Monday, November 27, 2006

9

time passes because we draw sand castles in the clouds.
castles big, small unspoken aloud.
and you're like a spot placed on the map quite far away from my own.
time spent as we try make paper into goods.
teethered on a high strung guitar drunk sober.
affirming you a spot placed on the map quite far away from my own.

jun26 2006

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