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Saturday, January 17, 2004
hitting a small flock of birds with one big boulder
what's to say regurgitaters of wit?
aint' down on the carpet
no swapping of spit
mamas tit-suckin' baby has grown lazy
in love with love
two sets of footsteps
and one just out of reach
the preachers preaching 'cuz he's had his taste
"ones man high is anothers waste"
I love snow, I love that I don't know
where it all will go
I know what I think I want
I know that which is a need
on life I feed
so death makes mine
changing time aims its bullet
sure not to miss
like "true loves" first kiss
you just fucking know without a doubt
this is the kiss you will not live without
and there are some amazing ourstorical kisses
rolling reel out of tape
reverb fade aways
into ends that don't make a helluvalotta sense to some
words lose wind in mid-run
posted by Milli
at 1/17/2004 11:12:00 PM
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