Still swooning from the flickering light
I cannot tear my eyes away from dusty glass
As I snuggle into shiraz
And bite into forbidden food
Knowing that the dawn is dangling by my feet
And my head should be conducting short films
Regret will come seeping through
And spill on my floor into the morning

09/10/2002

Posted on 09/10/2002
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