hands smell like burnt popcorn
and all i want is to go home
fall into the room that isn’t mine
funny – that goes for both houses
warm skin around my shoulders
when you join me
kill me with your eyelids
steal my lips breath eyes
give me the pillow before the sleep
and the pain before the love
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March 26, 2001
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