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As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
we settle down to cut ourselves apart.
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes.
Cough and twitch from the news on your face
away from the cold lust, your house and summertime.
Enter the fog, another low road descending
chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale.
Held to the past, too aware of the pending
in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all.
loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
Feed till the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch
a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running.
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless lies
offer me little but doting on a crime.
Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
We've turned every stone and for all our inventions,
skybloo666 added this comment 2009-10-01 20:57:07-05:00
TWITCHII EYE!!!!!!!!!!!! O_E'
skybloo666 added this comment 2009-10-01 20:57:07-05:00
TWITCHII EYE!!!!!!!!!!!! O_E'