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10.17.2006
Five Self
"Rushin' rivers, thread so thin, limitation Dreams with the flying pigs, turbin blue and the drugstores too Safe in their coats and in their do's Yeah, smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots One day maybe one day One day she'll be her own." --Tori Amos Five Self
What price is word... The weight of soul? Well spoken, For make believe.
Five self me (spirit - sword - love - sex - mind) Lives past the hour of knife.
The time of our lives Is now. Losing track Innards of clocks.
Pause -momentarily- A Prayer.
Articulation trapped. Memory of a kiss. You said, "Walk through the fire With me." The climax of her number. Chist-like, So young at thirty three.
Not now Not ever
Or in Pine Box.-- Nobius Black
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