It doesn't matter how many times you've said it. today. this week. this month. a year and a lifetime.
There and now.
In the shadows of a corner wishing everything could just end and leave that sound the last human moment.
By the tearing light of a lost photograph.
With every ounce and mean you can muster.
To every sweet and imperfect end.
Say it again.
On the Mouth.mp3
2.14.2008
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