Sunday, July 22, 2007

whiffle ball y pazole

sunlight angles on a wooden floor at dawn
a ceiling fan is on chopping up my dreams
what is left of them i take to sleep again
where i dare pretend i'm more than i seem

tears get triggered, yours remind me
of the ice melting in my glass finally full again
so i listen for your lips to break apart into words

it definitely starts to spoil my heart
somewhere there's a war
sometimes there is art

feliz cumpleanos see r.

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