Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, June 16, 2008
He's doing it again
Holding on so tight
It's slipping through his hands
If he wasn't so eaten up
He'd learn to trust
But it's so hard to follow
When you're made of hollow.
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