Sunday, November 12, 2006

 
Let us fold our arms together
and walk along any cold street
in this annoying city.
Yours is the body I desire,
so lean and tall. I like you so much.
You talk and don't talk.
You give me your money always.
It's like a dream to me.
All those $20 notes from your pocket.
You invented me and showed me off
like a little glass ornament.
But I still love you. You are me.
And I am you.

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