i will
bleed
ruby
beads
for ure
perfect
neck
an
amulet
of
opulence
&
dedicated
reverence
take my
gems as
recompense
for ure
ethereal
instruments
those
nimble
fingers
rattle
my
bones
with
dis
joint
ed
chaos
&
fract
ured
tones
drumming
directives
in
morse
code
a flick
of ure
wrist
could
lead me
astray
adrift
in the
mists
i would
wander
for days
crossing
deserts
to hear
u play
that
milky
music
from
my
v
e
r
t
e
b
r
a
e
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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