Saturday, January 10, 2009

A little less than 360

The burn of alcohol
Since childhood still rings true
Confess your inner secrets
Or make new ones you'll never remember
No one likes the taste
But excess solves that
I can't taste this
I can't taste your lips
Maybe I just don't have good taste at all

I can't feel that I can't feel my toes

(Am I dizzy from our loss, or from the actual spinning I just did)

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