Nothings new anymore
I want to dissipate my skin
become sound in the atmosphere
jumping through shiny brass instruments
finding my way to your ears
smooth like jazz
not too loud or too soft
no more living in algorithms
I am thriving on
alliterationalliterationalliteration
breathe.

07/02/2002

Posted on 07/02/2002
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