2005-08-06......2:50 a.m.......
the smell of hospital in your hair

it's early morning in a strange house. i've been sleeping nights in a strange bed. leather under lamplight and spent cigarettes. the smell of hospital in your hair. antiseptic seals the cracks in my hands. cheap coffee and tongue and groove. dead people sing quietly through distorted speakers on an old record player. i want to take you to the beach and let the salt clear your lungs, let the sand replace saline and the poisons in your mouth.


...and all sing in harmony, i am ok...

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