Dripping down my forehead
are one thousand beads of sweat
collecting on my lips, I can taste what I forget
so one thousand memories from 3 summer’s before
have settled on last winter’s tongue
taste buds scream, from shock you see
Golden, shining ball of fire, look at what you’ve done
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
Dripping down my forehead
are one thousand beads of sweat
collecting on my lips, I can taste what I forget
so one thousand memories from 3 summer’s before
have settled on last winter’s tongue
taste buds scream, from shock you see
Golden, shining ball of fire, look at what you’ve done
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