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Saturday, July 25, 2009

To The Beautiful Boy Passed Out In My Bed

The girl I wish you were is doing that thing
where she doesn't reply to my messages
cause she knows I won't like
the answers
to the questions
I'm asking.
Modern moonlight,
The most disappointing thing in my life
Is this telecommunication device.
Blast Bowie
bony hand dangling death
into this lovely summer day.
Mama tells me she's a mistake
but I still think we can make it okay
She turns me on
but we're only dancing.