it's the same as cheap stories
one move, and suddenly a brick wall appears

it's not what i wanted.
an empty glass where there should be
colors, ribbons?
and this is what's expected, i hate it but that's
the ebb of society
selective breeding, hidden characteristics and backwards
cold-compress interactions

what do you want me to do? i want to talk
but all i can do is shiver from the cold wind
shiver from your heart

that i wish i could stir.

02/15/2007

Posted on 02/15/2007
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