Oh, We'll Work Our Own Way Out of This Mess, by Tim Pozzi
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the guilty walk the streets
so foolish we can be
to see lines in faces
where none were appropriated
is vain
it's scaring the care,
breaking this air
of acceptance
of truth
of anything we ever held dear,
and in turn,
waking our worst intentions
and marrying them to desires,
just so we can call the shots
and live with greed
as the number one plot
the gain is gone |
Posted: 2007-03-26 23:53:48 UTC |
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