Tuesday, March 23, 2004

searing the epidermis, eating beneath the flesh
wot about the heatwave? flopping over my laptop like a dying fish. now i know why dogs stick their tongues out. this heat is unbearable, then i wanna sweat it out over you. with you. i think the song is finishing, i don't think it'll last thru the night. fall asleep and never face the dream. we don't need dreams, or anything untangible. only the things that skip a beat.

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