constantly searching, listening. things have been stagnant and now it's time for life to become the click click clacking of a typewriter writing the poems that start fires.
This piano has made a me out of mockery
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Well, here we are again Just a ghost in the blankets I can hear your voice ringing doorbells Everything just repeats, and repeats, and repeats. The voiceless voice.
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