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The Night After Apple Jax
I found a drifting haze in night air
as I felt my feet numbing
set in cold stone
( Old habits die hard.. )
I was all dressed in silence
( Hollow )
tonguing stitches on my lips
as the dial tone clicked on
( ...let it fall... )
Reset
& move on
That needle & thread waits
( Til the next time.. )
as I felt my feet numbing
set in cold stone
( Old habits die hard.. )
I was all dressed in silence
( Hollow )
tonguing stitches on my lips
as the dial tone clicked on
( ...let it fall... )
Reset
& move on
That needle & thread waits
( Til the next time.. )
Published 2nd Feb 2010
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2nd Feb 2010 9:02am
... a good metaphorical soak in a hot tub, Kandice. The trick is not to let the water get cold and never fall asleep with your hand on the phone.
Anonymous
2nd Feb 2010 4:57pm
precision always amazes me kandice, you weave great beauty of your sparse words!
