triumph and non-hero

this world, oh-you-used-to smile crazy smiles at me and then i reached out and placed careful hands on you. and washed clean your every last care.

and then you'll all be shining like the highest star and suddenly, late, i'd go blind from looking out and seeing god.

then, jesus, her. then can, bottle. now quiet. i guess we're both learning to smile at each other again, huh, world?

2003-05-15 | 10:05 p.m.
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