crossing the highway in twelve steps.
almost blistered hips and sleeping tongue
i keep wondering what i am waiting for...bright lights to scratch the sun off my back,
to stop time from digesting this faith saturation
headlights in some small town
pushing everything right to the edge
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2 comments:
Zuh
Zuh.
SO i think you have to tell me about all the gossip you know.
Jerk.
Also- your entries are so over the top amazing
-dee
do I know you?
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