P.S.

Jul 19, 2004 04:11

Anne just helped me write this, it was fun:

Increments of Seven

Doors fold wide lifting feet swiftly by
Take a seat to an empty face
Gazing through fractured glass eyes drift past
See the lights flicker by through time
Watch the youth play their favorite games
This city has warn from golden ages
Graffiti art tattered on monuments of architecture
The whithered couples wont end this preaching
Of how the years come and go
The next stop's commin and I'm defeated
From the longest day of saddened truth
A whole life can pass through minutes
And every second we're born to die
But then again, i'm just fucking around
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