Dust my shoulders off .....
Days keep getting stranger....
Temp just gets colder..nights are hot
My mind becomes more frozen
Lost in space..escapades
Heart aflame...but no embers or ashes?
Order or flow....
Which way should I go?
What was it I was waiting for?
Clouds a' lurkin... yet no rain.
Mind jammed in throat...air gasps.
Seems like an awful waste..of taste.
Damn the Post Office.
Xini
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trocc:
I bet I'd like your underwear...
cunninglinquist:
ok tonight at 9, and 10 pm, and a little extra squeeze on the later one