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Monday, February 19, 2007

the call of your corduroy.

that night, i was only a reflection flickering on your aviator shades.

the night was a-tremble. it was being borned again. i could hear it whimper and tug at your Gamma t-shirt. and everytime your lashes grazed against the cheap plastic of your aviator shades, a tear rended on reality's fabric til there was but a gaping maw where the distance that kept us close used to be. did you feel the stars snag against your corduroy like hangnails as you move? all i remember thinking was, i cannot see past that space bending beauty.

that night, the ashes of your cigarette snowing in firey flakes are forever branded within me. why can't i see past that space bending beauty?
you mean

nothing.
Posted by NHJ 2/19/2007 05:02:00 pm