Saturday, July 12th, 2003...1:08 pm

Old Days

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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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