Aug 25, 2004 00:08
smiths always backed against the glass
i wanna be a man
im falling down the stairs again
hot cars and low passageways
walking through concrete barriers
and under small children
a pounding in my throat
i look around coughing still
we are all the same
the dream states away
missed in the shadows
jaw pounding
i look amazing naked he said
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