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purgatory = shortcoming
Sodomize

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