Chick.
The spear-shaped heart could move.
A little under taught, and a bit too cool.
And could flow with the numbers.
Always the numbers.
Once the story was told you could hear the call.
Never gonna get me.
Never get us.
And the snows from places too far away to see
Still covers the bodies and the grass and me.
A little under taught, and a bit too cool.
And could flow with the numbers.
Always the numbers.
Once the story was told you could hear the call.
Never gonna get me.
Never get us.
And the snows from places too far away to see
Still covers the bodies and the grass and me.
posted by Rex Venom at 7:39 AM
4 Comments:
ooh baby..you've gone all poetic and slushy...are you in lurve???? *wink*
You think you are so cool...
oh those damn numbers.
I don’t think there is a correct formula. but then again people base their life’s work on code.
What would I know?
oh, i liked this. it gave me that deep, tingly feeling.
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