May 05, 2005 22:04
three weeks,
and i am free;
for three weeks,
i wait to flee
from this day.
i know you say
it's the only way
i'll get away
from dead lies;
forgotten times.
lonely nights
of silent cries...
but
but
but..
whatever.
cinco de mayo and mexican beer;
great holiday.
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