Quality Control Logistics, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

get out your poisons, get out your frozen smiles. time to
travel back to the basic layout where it all began, in
frames that still play in my head. make it, break it, hold
on too tight to fake interest. but that all came down, so
we'll frown upon good intentions, there's nothing more to
mention but the cost of dreaming this big. figures you'd
pretend we're nothing more than a memory, as your vengeance
betrays what you're saying. gifted or not, protecting your
heart takes fighting off those demons. and the sky in your
eyes has closed to a box, i can't take off without a guide.
Posted: 2008-08-13 14:10:54 UTC

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