Monday, August 11, 2003

fallen asleep.

hung your voice with the telephone wire,
11 key punches feed my desires.
Hello,
goodbye.
Controling you from afar.
Hello,
goodbye.
swallowing your voice,
you are left behind,
if you were given the choice would you change your mind?
Hello,
goodbye.
I pen the page,
create your face,
make your age,
state the place.
does it make you tired?
like it makes me?
do you even notice what it is I do for you?
you cannot escape when you sense no danger.
Hello,
i can see.
i can see.
goodbye.

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