tonight, the sky is underneath us

5.5.08

you know i do want your love..

i was suspended from a lineograph, deciding whether or not i loved you.
i fell down /folded/tilted/derelict/
i loved you after the fact.

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the only strand of communication between brother, sister, companion, lover, hater, observer is a two line telegram.

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