Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I saw you through the leaves
In the corrugated vein of who I'd be.
Pulse pulse to quick in the wet wind that blew,
Pulse pulse to fast for what we knew.
Music is wrong, airs to cold,
But I force these leaves to be
With the inadequate will of my infatuation
Impossible to end at my destination.

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