Telepathy and It's Just Like A Movie, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

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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