water and salter
2010-06-28 | 12:02 a.m.
you were water i was salt i lost myself i lost myself you receded for sweeter ground i hung myself i hung around in the scrolling marquees at the edge of the streams run the grayscale debris of our relative dreams. i dont blame the rapt warder of this systemless border- who could cross such a minescape of blatant disorder? still its best to disregard the omittance of our hearts- when its hot we will strike hard with ardor.
work on your management skills
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