20/02/2009
Last chance for a slow dance
darkness for eyes
Piercing yet empty and silent
Your hair looks smaller
If that's possible
When you wear it up
But when you let it cascade
Down your neck
I am stunned and muted
The moment of your boredom
My secret weapon
That I cleary have no control over
And can fire any time
The boredom enters you
And the distance
Becomes instant and terrible miles
like travelling
At the speed of nothing
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Nice!!! Ahem, I like this one!!!
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