like a ghost on TV (you penetrate me)
Sometimes, when I'm riding my bike along the river at night and the water is black and alive with the dancing lights of the city, it feels as if I could just keep on riding off the edge of the pier, out, through the guard rail and across the sparkling blackness.
Thursday, July 15
You walk through my walls
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