Wednesday, April 8, 2009

This Hour Has Seven Days

You should know me new! I will shake you awake.
Thermal
well technically electric, my mistake.
My staring will scare you
but my smile makes you ache.
Eat my dust,
with a great gust of wind, inhale my debris,
exhale me like an earthquake
I just know you'll agree.

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