13 Sep 2008

The Undeniable LP

In some empty canvass 

as her body
once dead _
rewinds the sun
And the breath 
I'm tasting
Taking
   its voice
           out
on the
     shapes.
And all the
regurgitation_|
The frozen, excuse me,
the surrounded laughter
Is all our guest_excuse me_without the spare thoughts spinning_oh and how quick :( All this is mess method ripped long since madness is black and that's our chest ever expanding and everything follows us home. 

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