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a floating pen
and a baby fly chasing it's tail
on the painfully lit screen
as, in the distance, a siren wails.

i can't write it
without a face of blue ink
i won't tell you
because i like to think you don't like sonnets.

gazing upon youtube idols
singing the business of the heart
gazing straight back
giving hope to this nark. bwaha hack. cough .
cough.

i have a few convos here and there
msn and a yahoo man, like me, few friends
last words i had said
i don't know, and so i check
and go blank, and wreck upon the voices
that call me from afar, the firefox tab

and an empty deviation submission text box

.. what to write
i'm so lost.

..shut up gabe.. i'm trying to be emo here..