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By chris Date: 2004 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.29.01.01.32275]] |
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in public there's a distance between us that's hard to explain you don't hold hands like i'm used to i have to pull you kicking and screaming out of that place you go when the noise of this world is loud and we're lost in the crowd but when we're alone it's different and you don't care that there's nowhere to sit in my apartment except the bed and even it's lousy with ghosts it doesn't take much for the crazed madwoman to come out and play and i love you for that and for how when i get too serious you tickle me til i can't stand it and bite my neck and unbutton my black calvins (nothing gets between me and my calvins but you) a strange and wonderful and true new language to learn but i can pick up damn near anything if i really want to |