this conversation is stale
this cunt could kill you
just give it a minute
give it a reason
get lost get dead get inside
ruin ruin ruin
sweat and lies and pretending
sweet and tangling and choking we can scream until we can't sing
we can share these scars but in selfishness we will hide on
miles of tape and promise
i never looked
not once.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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