Thursday, December 25, 2008



I heard a breeze on

Through the curtains


And when I waited up

For you


I got stuck in sunlight

Through the window


In doubt in debt we

Live in this apartment


And there we are

Hanging on the wall


You were four and

I was six


And we were purple tongues

And watermelon seed spitters


And the chair by the wall

By the window is a magnet


It's Tuesday, you left Sunday

And I'm never leaving


Until you come through

The door


And it's make believe

You're make believe


I've never ever

Known you but


I want to

I want to


Make this story


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