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Jul 28, 2006 15:37

The darkness will lead us home.

Or at least to whatever is left. You tell me not to worry because you have a sledgehammer, we will break down all of these walls and find our family in the insulation. We'll choke on the dust of our history, we can all ways change our names, but not our identities.

But we will destroy it all, all these height marks and floorboards that haunt us. I was taller than you once, but that might as well be another life time now, and you'll make damn sure that it stays that way. Along with the skinned knees, hangovers, and surrenders. Because we are different now. We will be free once this heart is gone.

You throw stones at the damning owl's because we have not sinned.

Who? Who?

I assure you, you have the wrong man.
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