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Sunday, July 09, 2006

Wafer Crisps In Milk

Argh, god, my head. Piercing sounds. What happened? Blurred ceiling. Wet balcony. Where are my keys? My ‘rettes? Wafer crisps in milk. Woah. Stop shouting, can? The rant drops like a bomb.

If things did get out of hand
We can take it as my bad
Who am I in the first place
Enough, we both had
Obligation was never an intention
Or a goal I set to score
And I could swear on it a million times
On little spirit pours
And wishing things would go
Back to the way they used to be
May just be a waste of time
An impossibility
But if it’s too late for apologies
Then this last thing I will do
The ear’s still here to listen
If you want,
friend, just for you.

resolute at 2:43 AM