Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, May 23, 2005
So
You thought to blame me
For your stubbed toe
For the glass on the kitchen floor
For the shards of your life
So
I thought I was immune
To your cutting remarks
But you went right through me
And made me in your likeness
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