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purgatory = shortcoming

there are forty-three tiles on your floor; i know because
i counted them myself.
and fifty-one on your ceiling. you told me that.
i am sitting on a stool in your kitchen, looking down,
you're looking up. we're both humshriekering,
"welcome to heaven"
my shaky voice bounces off the floor,
yours off the ceiling, and they collide
like sour cream and mashed potatoes;
hanging at head-level.

19 Feb 07

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purgatory would be eternity counting those floor tiles

 — Mongrol

I always figured mulling over them would be. <3
 — Sodomize

i do like this tho - it has some resonance and rhythm  :)
 — Mongrol

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