The teeth are falling out today,
But your smile is ever pleasurable;
Your laugh is ever measurable,
Curing my silence with every move,
Ending my disease with a stroke...
...Of your candor...
...I'll never cave,
But I'll try just the same
To feed you with all I can think.
Under the spotted sun,
Under the broken lands.
6/09/2007
The Double
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