2003-03-04
7:37 a.m.
it stayed warm under the sheet
All kinds of revelations, you're kicking yourself, the skin I stuck to for a few nights is in transit and I'm the better off for it. When you look beyond today to those only a visions, you see fog and mist rolling one into another. When you look behind today to those but a dreams, it's warmth and transcendence. So when you look at the sunrise, you don't have much of a choice, do you? And when confronted with the crisp air of 5:30 am, your hands are tied. We keep pretending it's figment, beer against beer, lips against wrinkles so I know you're smiling. bathed in 20 full minutes of afterglow
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