01 September 2010


Happy September!

Band 9/1

I am sick of beauty
There is a bag in the corner for it

                  For the eyes that shine when I enter a room
                  For the hands on my arm on my hands on my face
                  For the mouth on my mouth

The tie on the bag is silver
The bag is soaked in kerosene

I have one match and it is windy

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