The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Technicolor Eyes,
You know, if you had just said the word at the beginning, I wouldn't be in this mess.
It would be delightful to say that everything has worked itself out.
But then there would be no story.
I can't escape this now,
unless you show me how...
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