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by white horse


if you knew how many times a day
i thought of killing you
you would wince.
it would fill up your lungs like water
and drown you there
in a silent car
driving home to radio static
not recognizing the difference
between that which is nothing
and the space age music those boys
listen to when they are stoned

but if you knew how many times a day
i wanted to kiss you
to drop everything i have
and throw my body in front of you
like those people
who found that stone in the park
and realized that it was thier god
i would surround you wiht glasses of milk
and coins
and bow before an alter of feelings
and all my friends would walk by
and laugh at me
but if they knew how many times a day
i thought of killing them
they would wince