Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Our Perfect Circle

I took her

Lipstick to

The mighty brick

Work ruins of

Grandfather-time

And I spelled

L.O.V.E and

I meant it,

Gasping with

Marlboros

Falling from my

Pockets and I

Didn't care, I

Didn't say

"I'm sorry", and

The other girl,

She just wailed

Outside

Our perfect circle.

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