in a state of rejection
my face goes slow

you move in with printed weapons
i'm ready to go

out cold in backless patterns
i'm breakfast in bed

buried in assitance
the machine works for me instead

say yes to requests
ice chips old friends

on your way to letting go
the electrician hums along

i am tired of this song
i am tired of this song

08/29/2011

Author's Note: we all get a little dehydrated for it

Posted on 08/30/2011
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