Telepathy and It's Just Like A Movie, by Tim Pozzi
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capsizing and
implying:
the
sky
is
falling
and we're still fighting
over how and when we'll
se ver
ties.
but, instead
you feed me the lies
of a punctuated princess,
feasting on the particular
black that you've buried me in,
but i wouldn't condescend to your
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frame of reference. |
Posted: 2008-08-12 14:27:13 UTC |
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