you would go to the place
where it counts your age
the journey is an outrage
that you would rather lock in a cage
you would see only one image
turns out ten in one page
you would go to the place
where it stops your heartache
there's a thing like cliche
that once will not let you breathe
Friday, April 25, 2008
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