Mar 29, 2006 22:28
As the night moves
like a swift black cat
with jade eyes
and twitchy ears
the language I hold
seems to disintigrate
to grunts
and unmistakable expressions
and we've got questions
of life
and love
and peace
and harmony
and all the rest of the important things
and all we can say about it
is the truth --
we can't do it all alone.
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so very very alone.
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