Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Evolution
Friends can be fiends
Partners turn parasites
The public, the pubic
The near are the far.
Looked through, like a window
I once was a widow
Trapped in my head
Mistaken for dead.
But there’s life in these veins
And beds to be slept in
Gains to be made
Debts to be paid.
Now sweet is the silence
Precious as diamonds
When the soul’s been laid bare
It’s safer to care.
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