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Tweak says, "You'd be dead than. LIAR!"

Trystan Chenille (

chenille) wrote,
@ 2009-07-30 01:16:00

There was an in[dis]cre(a)tion, somewhere.
and I can't count where to find it.

Abysmal, infinite,
all appropriations were delivered
(and can be accredited, I assume)

TELL ME WHY YOU NEVER ANSWERED ME
TELL ME WHYYOU NEVER ANSWERED ME
TELL ME WHYOU NEVER ANSWERME
TELL ME, WHY -- OH, NEVER

ANSWER

[worm]

ME.

There were dreams of snow subdivided, subarctic. In this fascination with contrary living conditions, are there places I can coincide, cohabit, contradict?

I'm familiar with the white fog -- with white crystallization falling from sky to skin, thoughtless to fingertip to credit to cash to canal to caustic addiction and tainting. And still it watches me, escapes my mouth -- laughs, when I've fallen sublime to resignation.

You CANNOT have this.

Yet,

WHO ARE YOU
to say?

Perhaps you are not happy with your own height,
(but three inches is a perfectly good height, indeed)

And I've fallen --

three inches down and six inches up.

A girl
came to me once more two nights past,
and still could not answer my simplest of things.

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