May 06, 2005 17:10
on my way
to work at
nine in th
e morning,
everybody
else is ho
lding bouq
uets...and
i'm holding
my face in
the basement,
scratching a
way for any
trace of af
fection you
will leave..
.falling vic
tim to the p
ublic's prey.
you were a phase; it's over with.
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