Tuesday, December 25, 2007

He was something. He was something. Despite everything. Tell me what to shame. Tell me who to blame. I consider. Deprived of every right. Which way til' I set things into flight? He was not, and then he was. Let's spare the family name. Let's spare the reproof. Death at bay far away. In the sand. Looking for miracles. Outcry. We've got nothing left to prove. We search, but find we search alone. I'll smother you in my kindness. I'll smother you til' I can't breathe. It hurts me more than it hurts you.

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