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Wednesday, February 03, 2010

lucky for us,
you still have words to type, on a canvas i can read.
and i feel each letter from punctuation to number,
without an indication which indicates a lot, and too well.

lucky for you,
that i remember by hard, the words that have been spoken,
way before anything had happened.
and did you think i was too drunk,
or delirious. too swallowed or maybe wrapped up.

lucky for me,
my eyes seek for lights in this pitch.
i hear things that do not entirely find their ways to mine.
i threw your hands away, and you simply had them hidden by your hips.
just so today comes again,
that i can still have an idea of how a grip looks like.

posted by peenutkew  # 22:56
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