Jul 02, 2005 08:18
oh,, we're brushing up against one another in a panic
on this tiny planet
back and forth back and forth,,
the pitchblack night isn't too blame
for this embarassing state
a dull uneasy fellow
a gloomy refracted lady
shedding skin, to be a butterfly tonight
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