Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Salty retribution, no longer stolid or squalid, runs down my face. The dam has been breached.
Don't you love that guilty feeling? Don't you love holding those tears back? Never the time to realize, All you get is one more chance, to welcome your pain away.
The immature character, subway passenger yet to transfer, is an amateur. My manifest of subtlety and strategy has failed, and I, the vulgar tyrant of unity, has not. I will never go back to gossip, bicker, or calendar. I chose Excalibur, to be enlightened.
Of fear and anticipation, I open my eyes, to forfeited disbelief. No end of inescapable grief.
That knocking at the door? It's gone, Tomorrow is here to stay
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