By distant moon
Date: 2007 Nov 27
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[[2007.11.27.01.06.25081]]

Louvre

I'm 19 stitches away from capable and confused,
with a true heart attack and bye-bye black eyes too.

Suddenly something changing
I'm not sure if it's worse,
but if this doesn't get any better...

You're bled dry to the point of destitute,
the sunshine slapping down your back for proof.

But suddenly you're enraged
and I'm definitely interested,
but if this doesn't get much better...

I'll step back for a minute
from all this charade
this parade
of dissonance.
This dysentery
silhouette, leaves
shadows on my face
...just regret.

But you're still my Louvre.