Monday, April 26, 2010

Futile Express

You were etched at the back of my eyelids, top of the line zipped up black tux in dust-proof plastic.
No chance peeking at the wonders of magic in the moonlight, keep it still, keep it safe.
Here lies my dark room under the edge of my bed, with mattress and pillow too thick for comfort.

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scratch that.

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yellowed with age

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