incinerate_what's_left_of_this puredream torch the part of me that's you. 040716 ... palm whoa. 050207 ... whispers a chalkdust emporium erected not in your name but incarcerated in the limeair nonetheless. living too long in the limelight..day and night lost their meaning, and all faded into the glare of being something you're not. over stoked coals I tiptoe 050303 ... unhinged just like the pictures i had of you and the patches of my skin that itched to be near you i don't want to hang these ruined letters out to dry the smallest pieces of you i couldn't cut out just a pile of ash 050304 ... dries&hardens pissed on reminiscence that used to be my former self for whom allegiance was unmoving and bunk with no place to stay the night or smash the bottle in the trunk 061012 what's it to you? who go blather from