Sunday, July 11, 2010


Friday night filterless.
Regrets and misplaced inquisitions
that Neverland bandaged.
Heading north,
with the world's best jukebox
by my side.
Slow dancing
with swordfish
and stingray,
My scales
tipped towards love.
Sometimes faces say it all,
for better and worse.

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