Will you get these prayers?
I made them weak for you
So they can
Bend around the clouds.
Like smoke from a cigarette,
Let the smell soak into your clothes
And take them with you.
Take me with you,
Before I start to stain
These walls.
Before the bottle runs out
And
Everything
Starts catching back
Up
To
Me.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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