Saturday, July 12th, 2003...1:08 pm
Old Days
Phone rang, thought it was you
Calling me back to say
That it was okay
Everything’s cool
You will be my poetry for a verse or two
Let me live within my notions of balance
Whispered dramatic
A dirty spot on the cool white tile
You tumbled down my spine
Chewed it up and sucked me dry
Crunching bones between your powder teeth
Torture, endless possibilities
DJ me spinning my soul
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