third eye


electrofied February 17, 2011

Filed under: Quotes / Poetry — prisingh @ 7:25 am
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“It’s hard not to cry when I think of Thompson Road in the passenger seat of that car you stole, and your hand rolled cigarettes with their ashes floating out the window. I was electrified, I was terrified, I was young, and that lonely highway didn’t mind. You were blue-eyed and lovedrunk. I was fascinated. I was wide-eyed and willing. I was whole and now I’m wilting; but I’m still fascinated. I’m still wide-eyed, I’m still reeling. I’m still pulling at what pleated pieces of you I’ve got left in the bottom of my pockets.”


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