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I open my eyes
Follow the cigarrette trail to the ceiling
I blink
One eye closes faster
Midnight
I jones for stale words
Think on your feet
Be your MotherFucking goal.

I close my eyes
I can wash my hands of all of this
And follow dust trails to sand
Think on your toes
Jones for stale sounds
Midnight closes faster
I blink.

I think
Wash my hands in dust
I jones for this
Be your stale words and sore feet
Follow Midnight
All of this
So Much Faster
I blink.


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On Wednesday November 24th, 2004, blue (1740) writes:
haha, 'one eye closes faster' lol. that's attention to detail! brilliant.


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, Twilight (2101) writes:
follow midnight. FOLLOW MIDNIGHT! tracing its steps into oblivion...allowing yourself to come together with it. as one-enigma. well done.


On Sunday March 21st, 2004, sulkylime (258) writes:
Ooo.. i like this.. alot. (can't think of anything else to say.) blink blink.


On Monday February 16th, 2004, capt_funguy (993) writes:
you're capturing a dragged relationship so well , step by step , work by work ... freakin' me out ... funguy



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