A cut in the black expanding sky
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
There's already a pattern, you let me hang myself for as long as you want, then after you're done with me, you don't even bother to cut me down, you leave me to pick up all the pieces. If a total random turn around doesn't happen, it never will.
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