calm night, jealous of myself

solitude night seems unfun at first, dials numbers from a phone: hopes fro answer, none and now smiles at teh quiet lights new pack cigarette and drinks down drink of choice (you know, you know me) and listens to reverse eclipse on sorround finsfailed thoughts and lets them out: this is your freedom (shouted from worn lungs) this is your smile (laughed from the diaphragm) and otherewise what's the point?

2003-12-09 | 4:36 p.m.
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