Tuesday, September 22, 2009

strumming my heart strings? who said that, was that me?

north could be anywhere, church bells sing like fevered mare
pasture pleasure of shaded fence where i retreat to
begger you to not go anywhere tonight ill sleep with your dirty underwear
pressed against my face
perfumed like a peach pit, bubblegum stuck beneath park bench
your sweat after you drinks alot of alcohol

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