Listening to sara
she swarms through my hair
like a voice uncontrollable
I am choking for air
she's an image that dances
in the brightness of day
I am lost, I am stumbling
try as I may
what the heck are you doing
you're supposed to be sane
fingers flying on money
still dripping from rain
just listening to sara
broken record disease
I am eager and willing
and ready to tease

07/26/2002

Posted on 07/26/2002
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