Monday, October 17, 2011

cold war

"now hang me up to dry
you wrung me out
too too too many times
now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the whites
the whites of your eyes"

bone on bone
sounds like paint 
chipping off the side
of a house.
if i could wring
the you
out of me, we'd
be all set, then.


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