12 July 2008

100010

fighting uphill. this aimless ames game. in this scission, cleave. me alone. fighting, a pill. the nights are the worst. she doesn't remember. a glass half missing. a climbing climate, this private primate. amongst the kill; a ghost, aghast. the glass half passed. memories of your being, still. first things first. we came here once to lay the foundation, but now let us lay down, apart. divided by walls. unsightly remains, this glass. half broken. empty from the start.


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