the notebook left a stain
in the legs of the chair
letters became one and
words became paper
she made a tower'a ash
we blew down in the wind
smoke died out hours before
he burned the paper
rolled around the roll-away
no one couldn't sleep
the mixers in the drink there
spiked so that she'd
Monday, December 5, 2011
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