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Teflon
Jul 6, 2007 0:40:20 GMT -5
Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:40:20 GMT -5
Five AM last time rising from this bed 1007 California Avenue Learning and Labor, Illinois. No one says goodbye two and one half cold years they pretend to sleep.
Launch for eight-thirty Trailways at the cafe-bus-terminal not a friend, but I'm young friendship is in my hope.
I can leave this world clean as a whistle. Others leave while I pretend to sleep. Tears are only for those you miss and so far my eyes are dry.
I slip into the night while she tells me about her grip and her underwear. Hardly noticed.
The waters of infinity are dark and rich as soup. They do not ripple.
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Teflon
Jul 23, 2007 11:11:56 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 23, 2007 11:11:56 GMT -5
a dramatic picture of stoic lonliness wrapped in teflon that keeps the lonliness dry and any kind of intruder seductive or otherwise out...'my eyes are dry' is to me perhaps an only breach in the cover...sounded to me as being possibly too defiant...
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Teflon
Jul 24, 2007 20:33:51 GMT -5
Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 24, 2007 20:33:51 GMT -5
Interesting critique of me before I got hitched. Remnants of it remain but they now call it "estrangement."
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