strange.r, by
opalescent.
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a stranger on the telephone
claiming that he's coming home.
your voice sounds different
without the glass divide.
here he comes with his old habits
silently, shouting
"im still alive!"
a false sense of confidence
that says he'll never die.
a misdemeanor in his hand
that begs to differ
but continues to lie.
Posted: 2006-04-04 20:25:43 UTC

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