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Sunday, November 14, 2010

day one hundred-nineteen: only the lonely.

isolation
insomnia
the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

insanity
is ianthine
(or so I'm told)
the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

ichongram
left in the sand
the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

footsteps fall
away from it all
the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

sleeping ictus
is the soul
the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

refusing to sleep
ideopraxist
the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

ifsoever ignivomous love
did my soul take over
illaqueate my pulse
my whole being
my heart would simply slow
because you see,
as i've mentioned
only the lonely hearts
beat fastest;

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