backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words words are just words we throw them around to see how they sound echoing down the hallway lying lazily in a lover's bed at dawn shouted out to the masses sobbed in agony words are the tools we use to form our realities, and the means to escape such dissapointing truths piercing "i love you", those three big words - saturday, Jul. 08, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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