Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I cloak the world in alabis
It helps me fall asleep at night
Knowing somethink keeps the sky
From falling down on me
Truth's more deceptive than a lie
Twist your arm, speak eye to eye
Push comes to shove, I say goodbye
And walk away from me.
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