Sunday, July 3, 2011

Day 714: i live in a box of paints

theres this girl i know
she lives in a world of cants
her hands are dulled diamonds
her body
a broken compass
these things we've learned in our dancing
body beating off the walls
like music
we take space like its easy
but tomorrow are things we dont speak of here
in the middle of the night
we dont dream here
just dance
talk about our cants
the things we've tied to our skin
remind me why
we've come here anywway
when theres nothing to see
all our cants in the way

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