i left your sleeping script when the stars were still colding open
moving fast with foxen lungs and a black book under my bearen arms
black boots on longless legs trambling over scabbing snake-for-charms
came back with straylight sky &, muchmuch happened since it morned.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
somebody that you used (to know)
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