POG life, by andrew Subscribe to rss feed for andrew

      I am trained to kill
and endure harsh places,
but all I kill is time,
and see old faces.
In about 10 days i'll be back
home with my TV, but for now
the tables have turned, and
time is killing me.
Posted: 2011-05-04 22:21:13 UTC

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