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By Ali Date: 2008 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.03.00.20.21101]] |
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we've all got secrets and scars, words without reason, and songs that somehow lose their words. there's a past, and then there's mystery, a dream rung out of yesterday, a love that leaked out all over the kitchen floor. we fall, and fall again, over ourselves and some perfect smile-- which turns out not to be so perfect, when the lights are on, and the tide's gone out, again, while the moon was laughing with her bright back turned. it's little more than history happening, then repeating, and then rolling around in my head, as if it intends to fall off but cannot find the edge. still, tonight, I can't show you more than I've already confessed, and between the darkness and the light I'm merely grey, waiting for all that I can't regret. |