Difference between revisions of "Astonishing astronomies"
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| + | i still remember how the fireflies they fell flickering through the paper sky, and the night revolved in a turning page of astonishing astronomies, and the air was filled with bloated birds, the broken bits of spoken words, turpentine and the brilliant scents of gasoline and peppermint, and i reached my fingers through your hair, between my thumb and your folded ear and your throat moved beneath your skin like a centipede in my closed hand, and we waltzed across our broken bed of powdered glass and paper clips, and you thread your fingers through my ribs and you held the place where true love ends. don't lit go of that blistered bit of memory. don't let go. | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:04, 16 October 2008
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i still remember how the fireflies they fell flickering through the paper sky, and the night revolved in a turning page of astonishing astronomies, and the air was filled with bloated birds, the broken bits of spoken words, turpentine and the brilliant scents of gasoline and peppermint, and i reached my fingers through your hair, between my thumb and your folded ear and your throat moved beneath your skin like a centipede in my closed hand, and we waltzed across our broken bed of powdered glass and paper clips, and you thread your fingers through my ribs and you held the place where true love ends. don't lit go of that blistered bit of memory. don't let go.
