Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Bachelor Comments

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When morning comes and one body is left in ruins,
from a night that swerved and crashed,
where no seat belt acting arm, hugged the shoulder, of he who holds intoxicated thoughts.
Past this morning's window sill, down the precipice of brick laughter is heard from strangers and dismissed as noise.
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David Johnson
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