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NoNameNumber6 — Aftermath
Published: 2009-09-10 04:47:26 +0000 UTC; Views: 27; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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cells escape our sundried bodies in bubble spheresthat hit the ceiling in cyclic patterns and make a choral crash
my ears might evaporate
my mind might float
my head might swim in skies deeper than airplanes
and when the sandstorms come,
only my blood will tremble.
tsunamis only come in figuring numbers
and i am only liquid gold and blue
with a tight-fitting closeness of transparency.
