anotheroxymoron @ 2006-11-07T20: 57:00
i am done with compromises.
so i started to play contact rugby, a mouthguard to keep my teeth and my tongue and i push and i fight, i fall, bleed, and bruise. i run as a metaphor for everything.
and i started to read my poems out loud, with jazz in the empty spaces. the sax is slower than my heartbeat.
and i consider staying. here. until i am filled.
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