Friday, July 27, 2007

Machine Gun Transfer

Lets reward you for your romance during the war.

You would of made your queen proud.

The bee-bopping of the jazz musicians on the street
lingered like a cloud over the city
every day
-every breath
-every hour
-every thought.
-every cloud.

It was gone, all of it. The honeymoon still existed, but the passion was pale.

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