sincerity

sincerity
you keep time tables
locked in basements
everything must have
gone your way
for a long time now

and how can one expect
a thing like that to change
even if it always does
so keep them falling, right?
or let me lay with you, sleepless
and
hopeful
you can end the tired-days
sun covered and shining like
a gentle star

you are, you know.

2003-12-31 | 12:30 p.m.
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