Fifty Percent (Or More), by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

Tell me what you were hoping for?
Withdraw,
withhold the truth.
Something else I'd like to know... ?
Just where did we
stop keeping track of this progress?
Open book,
but the words are unread.
Treading water instead,
just to say a hateful word or two.
Just to battle through
the paradise we thought we'd built.
Reality has a tilt.
Posted: 2011-08-23 04:11:28 UTC

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2011-09-01 12:06:29eleanor maslen
This is really good, i like it