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Peace,
Kim


two for the price of noneit's moonshine times piano stumbling into the half-drunk dark and putting our handstwo for the price of none
anywhere
we want to
the body's forgotten its business gone on in the pretense of progress
all ideals no follow through
now I breathe you both in
and
of both bound
but believing
in memory of flight:
hands clasped
anticipating truth dreamt yesterday


Drifter 2Let me tell you something, windblown heroine.Drifter 2
You don't remind me of anyone anymore
but that's the least of my worries.
When I'm drifting through the days and drowning in liquor
I'll seem like the same person
but I won't be waking up to anybody.


Off Her ShoulderI was sitting underneath of this tree in a field once. And neither the tree or the field symbolize anything, so don't worry about that too much. But it was an oak tree, and it really lit up the place. It was Autumn, and about 5:30 pm, so the sun was just going down. You can't beat that.Off Her Shoulder
On the other side of the field was this girl who I loved, and she was with her boyfriend. They were sitting under a big and pretty oak tree like I was, wrapped in each other's arms. "They look good on each other," I thought to myself. The girl I loved was making up a poem for her boyfriend, speaking it aloud as each word came to her. The boy would
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I've got a perfect body, cuz my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do!
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