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By The Rocket Powered Vampire Submitted by RocketPoweredVampire Date: 2004 Jul 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.20.09.43.15058]] |
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I'm not sure what to tell you. The words all come out wrong...frustration, humiliation settles. The front porch sways away stealing your charm. Garage empty, the car...blown. Damn radiator. You held my hand while we crossed the street. Visited the friends we hardly know. Drink after drink the taste of it fills. Death to Billy and black hair dye. The sink broken with the stains of your bad luck. Are we getting closer? Or are we getting more lost? Replace the carburetor...start up the engine. Summer lays in the touch of your arm...Winter in your breath...I chase the day....never ending.... |