A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, February 23, 2009
My problems seem so big, Because I am so small
Beady strings of black bits Ants lining up for plastic Protection from the future Forgiveness for the past with Man made, mass produced Salvation's cheap and overused It always comes at interest It always costs your soul
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