Sunday, September 10, 2006

Jetsam

Spiraling into shame of the past, but it all seems so trivial now. Can you taste the excitement on my tongue as I slip it into your mouth? We smile at our explicit secrets, even knowing that everyone's got some of their own. What we keep in our basements doesn't need to be so dark. I prefer to jettison those skeletons into the fog.

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