Saturday, January 31, 2009

DEAR LOVER


2 comments:

swet said...

i love you badley.
love love.
sunday.
you fly away from our mattress of fluff and spring through one of clouds to one of snow. i drive in a blue mattress of rust and gas. then we land in a backyard, a mattress is inside the cottage, is my heart a mattress? is all one mattress? that would mean we're all sleeping. i think that's stupid. my heart is a mattress among other things. your heart is two oxen. your heart is a mountain.

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