07/12/07
Multiply your grievances
By your lack of faith in love
And divide the product by
The amount of time
Wasted in doubt and the quotient,
You will see,
Is nothing more than
My sad eyes, mad eyes
Nothing less
Then my strained lips and
Sullen cheeks
After that is said,
Let me tell you ‘bout the swamplands
The thick air
The effervescent silence
Broken
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