Monday, July 19, 2010
Somewhere over the rainbow, the grass is always greener on the other side.
Lord - can you hear me now?
Tipping the scales, too little too late ...
DJ, selling her voice to the night;
MJ, another missing soul from once-crossed fates.
A snap and a bite at days of steadfast friendship -
and all for pointing out the truth!
An embalmed hand protrudes out. Unraveling, unraveling.
A quiet pier, harsh sodium vapour, a shower of stars.
A sleep amongst the casuarinas, a fall into the pond.
Red shirts and white words, a fallout.
Tears stream down your face, gonna look back in vain and see you standing there.
Wenky
11:39 PM
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