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jacman — record-breaker
Published: 2010-03-25 03:35:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 55; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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i'm feeling choreographedfilling up this cartridge of useless
dried ink shriveling paper unde-
restating my opinions on your blank w-
all the gray that runs from my hea-
distant, even while standing on your front doorstep that sink-
staring into the windows where the shutter-
starts to wind up into itself
i could open it if my hand could just twitch
your staircase descends with me
i'm powerless to you.
they tell me that foreigners only hear every s
an american says.
i hope you hear every last vowel sound, baby.
