Talk About Something Else, Maybe?, by Tim Pozzi |
Pleasures. They envelop me in wishing. I wish we'd kept keeping this up, but it stuck in the mud and we didn't use heft enough to conjure some kind of freedom. Laugh and wait for rain, the pain is real and it steals my hope for peace. Pleasure doesn't keep me warm cause it's formed in the palm of my hand. |
Posted: 2011-09-14 03:23:54 UTC |
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