Friday, February 20, 2015

there's nothing left to say

when you've run out your string

and the world still embraces its doom

we come into a world of generalities

and die off in our own particulars

and whatever we thought was salvation

is nothing of the kind

we speak our piece and it lingers for so short a while

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