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Apr 2010
it aches and burns
going through me.
every lyrics matching melody,
just as perfect as
december eighteenth;
quoted and whispered and
applied to each other
like journal entries, like
the future, like street
portraits.
naked bodies (a
caricature of the
bliss that turned to
****).
wm jones
Written by
wm jones  Atlanta, Georgia, USA
(Atlanta, Georgia, USA)   
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