On a mission
to find out where you left off
in submission
on a subway is a cold breath.
If you could only hear me sing this song, you'd understand
that reading this is only an excuse.
Falling faster in the wind. Siren sing this song
Sentances will run on and along.
Monday, December 8, 2008
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