Monday, January 11, 2010

some words



He was a young man


I was allergic to the fall


I thought I was fine


It’s not addicting, not one bit, not even at all


I met time and pressure


That the night of the crime, the night that im in here for


I got there just in time


the newspaper  read it


constant tension was at its core


deeper deeper deeper


im not so young any more

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