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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