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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2010 Jul 20 Comment on this Work [[2010.07.20.01.26.18483]] |
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You're 8,124 feet away I measured it today and Mapquest says "four minutes drive", to arrive beside your smile's side A bird could fly from mine to yours so fast as blink your laughing eyes as fast as you make all your knuckles crack as fast as a broken-hearted lover's sack When the thunderstorms come I see them ply their voltaged bolts on your building's side God, just a god's stone's throw away where I wish i were on whatever day. Too bad, there is an issue though the one that Mapquest doesn't know that surrounds my heart and soul with throws the throws of death love often knows This issue, bitter cup of grass? That my voice, my dance, my beats, my prose the juice of all the "I" I knows lacks the sweetness to on you impose the structure of my hallowed soul Which leaves me geographically with "emotional distance" reality the one that sacks me, breaks my heart.. that grabs my head by hair shoves my eyes up, makes me see that your lips are gone eternally that your hair will be touched, but not by me that your perfect's flown away definitively and that you are as far away as you could ever be and getting farther, faster than a timba harmony. |