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Published: 2010-04-14 17:44:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 127; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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Description Fingers filing away at the hours, between daggers that slide and cut the minutes into shivering moments--- screaming and damanding that this ache of hour glass sands sounds the bell and hits just a little 'harder, harder, harder'. A mouthful of mangled dust, a piper peeps through mirrors and makes a grin until the lips shut. Showering silver money on the peasents in the eve, shoulda came back froom noontide with a trick stuffed up ya sleeves. I took a dive in the hour of tides that catch me paddlin backwards with a lover who made promises to her selves to try and keep me outdoors. She had her reservations holding off the lips I locked---wet----- Still I fingered the full moon and took a swell in nectar, spit, ---sweat.

-Matty.
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