I suppose it could be protruding
2007-11-24 - 10:34 p.m.

Swift years sail on
and we haven't but a song
O how we could get along
minds are melting all wrong

I haven't but a clue
a faint phony impression of you
and that will have to do
for another year or two

Silky shoulders meander the depths of Carmichael's cadaver and everyone's left to wonder exactly what those shoulders mean.
Sisters and brothers hover the shoreline and meld into one vast sibling of the sea.

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