Tuesday, December 05, 2006



December 2006

It'll never work
thus it must be destroyed.
What do you want from me?
Walk me home.
Talk me through this surgery.
Stubborn ideas of perfect fantasies.
Running in circles catching hammers.
Two or three at a time.
Come closer so I can smash your face.
It'll never work.
So destroyed it like you did before.

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