spill
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
03:11

“seventy-two.”
it has been some time, since i last saw your tears.
de board is all bare.
and de black paint you splashed your walls is not there anymore.
i see you have rid of that cheap play tent.
it is so cheap, you couldnt block away bad 'glow' back then.
such relief.
i love your new private cosy playground.
and that gleetzy treehouse you built.
i wish to rhapsodize my coming over.
it spells addiction, love and happiness all too clearly.
bring me closer.
spare me your joint.
sink me with booze.
buy me my shots.
craze me happy parrrties.
you seem too glad and contented with all now.
i am so envious.
mystery, push open de umbrella.
we shall walk through de rain to 'seventy-two' .
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