Tuesday, April 14, 2009
{IN THROUGH THE SAME DOOR}
Unread Letters Sent
to Those Friends
We Have Never Even Met
While Scratching
at the Walls
to Tear Out False Eyes
to See the Surreal
Hidden in my Lies
I Could Ask
a Million Questions
but I've Laid
That One to Rest
and If I Had An Answer
I Didn't Last Regret
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