Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Day 307: somedays the lines come from the night, and we dont deserve to know why

when the silence sets in
the blackness of sound it makes
paints itself over your limbs
we use that as glue
on good days
its almost enough
on bad days
its almost enough
we're in a constant state of almost
and no one knows but us

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