January 28, 2010

the sharp silhouette of my shoulders 
like folded in wings 
i'm waiting to tell you
things with my body.
i'm holding them back
and in.

there were deaths today.
too many to tell,
it's nothing to tell really.
frozen lakes taking it's children
is that heaven we sing
in rows of angels,
seven five three
i don't want this to end.

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