Jun 21, 2004 11:53
A circus in my living-room exchanging materials for acts of indecnecy.The big-top under a small roof.Passing the day by with a pack of smokes and all the time left in your life.As you drift on through the clouded haze falling isn't an option.Nothing has a perfect grace life begins.Flaws lead the path of self discovery.
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