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you were always there sitting in the study rainy window pane eye sockets persistently looking past me like i was just someone who died a year ago and came back to visit you from the grave a spirit you could save or shove in the right direction you were always there presenting the necklace like it were strung with pearls of air like someone didnt pay 6 weeks of pay checks on it just so some men half a world away could walk on ocean beds and crack the skulls of those chattering heads of the sea. for each and every bead wrapped around your neck ms. fleming, you'd do well to- ...forget that and all other things if i could just have an inch of your time and gaze i may not be this wicked astral projection your aversions have yielded to my name no i might be something else like a guardian angel who picks up rusty tacks and puts out your cigarettes who pulls up your covers and presses lips to your cheeks oh i could be this all if you would for once look when i called 'susan fleming if you can be a pleasant host i can be a friendly ghost.'
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
Caspers' Encounter With The Young Miss Susan Fleming
you were always there sitting in the study rainy window pane eye sockets persistently looking past me like i was just someone who died a year ago and came back to visit you from the grave a spirit you could save or shove in the right direction you were always there presenting the necklace like it were strung with pearls of air like someone didnt pay 6 weeks of pay checks on it just so some men half a world away could walk on ocean beds and crack the skulls of those chattering heads of the sea. for each and every bead wrapped around your neck ms. fleming, you'd do well to- ...forget that and all other things if i could just have an inch of your time and gaze i may not be this wicked astral projection your aversions have yielded to my name no i might be something else like a guardian angel who picks up rusty tacks and puts out your cigarettes who pulls up your covers and presses lips to your cheeks oh i could be this all if you would for once look when i called 'susan fleming if you can be a pleasant host i can be a friendly ghost.'
Copyright 2009 an ode to the photograph of a girl, who lived almost a hundred years ago http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/323548786_e004b47ed1_o.jpg
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
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