Between diabetes and insomnia lies this place
the stars speak in sign-language
Saturday, May 08, 2004
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I'm too tired
to be poetic.
I'm too tired
to drive lovers home.
I'm too tired
to always try to be the hero.
Fuck you.
One of these days,
I will hurt you like hell
just to rest my hands
away from my heart.
posted by mark at
2:39 a.m.
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