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*VIVA VOCE.
12.29.02 @ 6:03 pm i'm drawing blood from these wrists and you're not here to stitch me up. listening to the phone ring and i have no desire to move and get it [when it rings, will you answer?] i'm painting scenes of you and your me with the blood on the floor [sunsets are never this crimson]. so this is art... pictures of a little red boy and a little red girl holding hands up on my wall; scrawled with curses and "i wish you were here"s, &this bed was never so empty without you. i've got the papers sprawled out on the floor to prove that these songs are for you, and i've got the stars on my side to prove that this will happen someday [if there's a will/there's a way]. i'll be the honey in your tea and i'll be the icing on your cake and i'll crawl into bed with you and we'll lie awake... hello, my name is distance, and i really dont care if i never wake up again... my love transcended space&time Chicago's got nothing on me. << >> SN–— M |