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Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

cut on a finger, i’m having many nights un-falling asleep,
or dreaming sins or dreaming of sweet lints
in the corner of my eye, you dance, you dance.
i cannot write words anymore, drunken dragon at the door
i’m tired, breed moles of alies, cut me open, break my heart,
console my fishery nooze –what am i left for
why can’t we not always choosze