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By chris Date: 2008 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.26.00.11.31257]] |
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so now everything's different yet the same it's strange afterward you run your fingers through the hair on my chest my shark's tooth necklace biting into your breast our clothes scattered on the floor alice in chains writhing in their exquisite agony in the next room chasing some dragon forevermore you've raised the blowjob to an art form and i missed the art appreciation classes and then lying across the bed you look back over your shoulder and say "i like it most this way" and i think what alternate universe did i just wake up in there is no sin just opportunity and no universe but this and two lost in it like in a sea washed by a tsunami in a japanese painting i can still taste the alcohol on your tongue but you won't be hurt again we won't be hurt again no one will ever be hurt again but everybody hurts anyway michael stipe nailed that fucker but good yet even after all this neither of us will say the word and we dance around it tirelessly like a cobra and the wicker basket (our protection our charm our holy rosary) now i see that everything really is different we hold each for an hour too much is not enough everything is sufficient |