are you doing her

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at times i need to be loved... more than once.
those times, sadness paints me inside and out,
sweeping brushstrokes across the plain of my bones.
but then some fallible sense of carelessness tries furiously
to rub it away.

i danced today. listening to sigur ros.
conducting some 70 piece orchestra in my mind.
my legs, gracelessly swaying,
my eyes shut.









tony: my head's forgotten bits of me. all sorts of bits.









what have i been doing lately

smoking
fucking
studying
singing


what have you been doing lately?

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