Thursday, July 06, 2006

Solace in Ampathy

When bitter bubbles burst
Our obsession dies as part of us
And hopeless little do we thirst
Cares little for each part rehersed
Quiet matinees come last not first
If it was you not I that came out worse
Would you have made this hell called earth
We were human once, when once we loved
Are nothing left but cheesy lines and worn out verse

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