Thursday, December 20, 2007

a hundred years behind my eyes.


Coffee.Post-Its.Cigarettes.Laptops.Paint.
A very productive night last winter; set to Things We Lost in the Fire on repeat.

When they found your body
Giant X's on your eyes
With your half of the ransom
You bought some sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet sunflowers
And gave them to the night.

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