after work, before dinner

10.10.2001 6:23

I want to shape your form

around the skeleton

of my iron will.

Because you're not my hero.

You're not my sad song.

you're mine to use,

she's my suicide gun.
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dland exuant omnes your voice drifts away into lost binary alleyways it echoes photography

last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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