Thursday, December 11, 2008
exiting each day
without a thought
quarreling for no rhyme o reason
preferences remain subdued
words don't come out right
each day by itself
a turmoil intolerable
a fight to get noticed
a revolution to be different
different not by things we do
thoughts turn feces at the days end
reconciliation is all thats left.
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