Friday, June 27, 2008

Lumps Under Betwwen Your Teeth An Cheek

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I anchored in this story that is not resolved.
My reality is merged with this sort of limbo in which I live
My reality is diluted, fragmented.
My reality is so unreal that I can not see
I'm tied to a stoplight on a busy street.
And one of the cars passing is you .-

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