wafted in and out of there like smoke-
much like the dogs look at us- mmm- it would seem-like huh?
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i had run from you for many years
until the day i turned to face
you
find you-
alone in the love i knew you to hold for me while i was gone- i had fallen long ago
away from playing house
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that sweetness of freindship tickles me silly
really?
picket fences coming off my pubic hair
the road lines melt before us with telephone poles
sliding on the left and on my right- that which divides the road -
stories told by skin
hair and teeth
until we meet again
