I put up a fight
I fix my overbite
I turn out all the lights
In your home
And in my kitchenette
I check my internet
A Catholic repent
This time alone
I feel it in my knees
At the heights I breathe
The tobacco leaves
Throw them towards the wild
I want a body fire
I want a whole church choir
I want another liar
No I don't
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Overbite
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