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Indistinct. Empty Indistinct.

Post by tea-boy. on Thu 20 Aug 2009, 5:24 am

A still frame motion set in place.
I want to be loved in all the wrong ways.
Kiss the tiles, red and white.
Asphalt teeth grind with laughter.
Beneath the silver moon and black sky,
I donít think I see color anymore.
Ears ring quiet,
Soft steps not meant to be heard.
Iíll trace your frame among the deadened trees,
Just stay the way you were in that blurred photo.
Love stuck in still frame.
Faceless, tasteless, ever the same.
A kiss to the brow and a blow to the chest.
The shattered glass falls upon our heads,
Like the snow so long ago.

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