October 2009
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Grey White Grey
Tonight, you can wear my skin as your skin
It’s tough and worn and impermeable and impossible
with the date stamped even though the queue is long
because it all seems a little bit Dali
But on nights like this
when the soft of clouds is scratchy like a sweater on sale
it will fit like a pigeon in a clouded window
or a spiked sill.
And the sun will stay set for a while this time
Because...
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