tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17704333.post-19159150349778483912008-06-16T01:40:00.004-04:002008-06-17T00:55:54.696-04:002008-06-17T00:55:54.696-04:00

Everywhere I am. Sultry lies in the cough of skin. As if I could go that far. In either direction. See you there. Make sense of these long equations we call touch. Ants on the cake. Cockroaches in the frosting. The ensuing explanations of dead men. Long novels searching for characters. The density of inhibition convincing me that time was mistaken. Them. Overhearing. Every minute of until.

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