Wednesday, July 16, 2008

and sometimes if the moon is bright, you can see the stairs

i feel so badly for you.
feeling better is made of energy in light
in stability of mind
in reciprocity
in gripping hands
in truth and white hair.
you've failed.
you're gonna drown in all of this.
you're gonna end up alone.

she is a pair of velvet handcuffs.
are you really happy?
run like hell.
run like hell.
oh, deborah
run like hell.

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