Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I was a high number all the time
to take the books off the shelf
and be pumped for brine

I had fallen
in a shallow bay
hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey

and I had high wrinkles all the time
and I had high wrinkles all the time
and I had melodies in my spine

when I laid down on the stormy blueprints
where your life in architecture dried

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