Sunday, September 04, 2005

dependence decays a dream

fret for your cold trial
if the morning doesn't

make sense anymore

its an unreasonable world
and insensitivity charades

on and on, a dirty smile

to sense a whole new driver
a meaning without a cause

your boredom will approach

quieter than a hailstorm
if it helps ease your woe

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