Thursday, December 11, 2008


The desks sat in rows,
one, two, three, four,
and so on and so on and so on and so on
they sat with lines and dots and lead
-this looks like a 2-
Yes, maybe so.
The desks sat in columns,
one, two, three, four,
with plastered pundits interrogating,
egging on,

One was limping, lying,
For what do we owe this show...
These are the only days I've got,
and I will never live them again.
I can not imagine what life is
to live only in my memory, I'm
wasting not even thinking of the days
of today, yesterday. Only tomorrow.
Only Tomorrow.

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