A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
You Cannot Beat the Never Man
I could die a million deaths Just to breathe a single breath Cauterise my last regrets Equalise my unpaid debts Still it wouldn't be enough Still I wouldn't measure up I can never outshine him He never even existed.
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