Sunday, November 11, 2012

i take your pictures. i make the world wait while i smoke cigarettes. i'll sew up the holes in your sweaters and in his socks. i will praise you. "i'm with them", you were mistaken when you thought you had to introduce yourself to me. i'm just an appendage. not even a muse. oh, the shadow in your background, tip toed tyrant pacing like a lost survivor on a ghost ship.

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