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No Words Allowed


Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed
sifting through the ground where the corn grows,
levitating from the inside out,
your skin is shaking,
you're moving your mouth but no words come out.

Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field
where a jet plane collides with my windshield everytime i think of you?




2010-11-21