with a little bit of dust
under yer skin, you
sense something ancient
and dead-yet-still-living in
everything. The love tapestry
on the walls of your mind beg
to differ, complete- who was
that sunuvabitch and what
why did he stop the music?
is he waiting for a drivel?
or a smile?
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
with a little bit of dust
under yer skin, you
sense something ancient
and dead-yet-still-living in
everything. The love tapestry
on the walls of your mind beg
to differ, complete- who was
that sunuvabitch and what
why did he stop the music?
is he waiting for a drivel?
or a smile?
dedicated to Petter Ness.
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