maybe its the first few lines of a song
breaking up over fools
no jokes, no love, no light, last straws
no warmth left, no room
the blank walls fall a way off as pins coming apart
at the edges, stain prints
and in order for something to remembered it has first to be forgotten
your neck is small enough to strangle and he likes to play at pursuit with girls like you
a novelty
where am i left and what.
where is he right and which
i can't listen to words
i can't sing with my eyes closed
one way or another i have to believe its ok
01:42 - Friday, Nov. 19, 2004
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