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Breaking a line [Dec. 7th, 2004|01:03 am]
bitch trog anarchistic freak
[mood |lethargiclethargic]

A new hand is dealt
Open palms and wisdoms
That were never our own
Cold stares in the night
That blaze out our fortune.

When nothing is there
And you are here
I call your bluff
And the tears flow
Fast as blood
But not nearly as silent.

Cold wisdom I knew you were dying
And I shouldn't have cared then
More than I should do now
If I didn;t change the world
It would have caught on anyway.