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Thursday, April 9, 2009

cherub piss

without any god
it's brilliant
to believe in love

or the ghost of love
and all things in between
the awkward standings

everything from here to there
the beautiful feeling
spewing from
the fountain
Posted by mere musketeer at 2:18 AM

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