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Can I Share Your Pillow

Mindfucking stumbling
Torn legs turned bloody
Thorns that pierce denim
Always reach the skin

Dust clouds permeate
My nose, eyes dialate
Pupils almost explode
Bursting to see the road

Headlights flicker ahead
Lighthouse befriends
Spotlights each step
Finally until your bed

Home.
Home...
Home.
Am I home?

Posted by Matt on Monday, April 24, 2006 at 10:21 PM |

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