Sunday, April 11, 2010

trouble seemed to grab a hold
tugging at my ear, all the advice i'm told
falling beside me
in a puddle, sad and clean
you got from a book you borrowed once
but didn't ever read

I passed out on the square
and there you appeared
walking in circles
talking in circles,
your place in the middle
like you're standing there on purpose

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