Came back. Magic four.
No complimentary runners, only your fusion.
Walking on a mercy street,
my crucial skeam rattle me on,
grinned at me.
No matter, no return.
But grins are crucial,
my grin is real
real time, magic three made by four.
barrio fino
9.12.2008
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