April 25, 2006
on the island i sleep in the trees never touch the ground i make fires on the island can’t you see the smoke don’t you know love when it calls your name? the men on the ships they shoot their pistols they can’t bear the thought of my eyes at night i go down to [...]
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April 17, 2006
i saw you talking to the secretary but you fell and busted your head all the butterflies spilled out spilled out spilled out spun their cocoons turned into travelling salesmen in the middle of a joke about travelling salesmen the secretary laughed you went out for drinks the butterflies lay all around what happens to [...]
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