Saturday, February 9, 2013

Meeting

You’ll know me in the future, you’ll know my name
because I spoke to you, I shook your hand
I kissed your lover,
insulted your child.

So rock me slowly, love me down
I’ve never been so willing to be dead.
Try it once again,
there's not much difference between that and being alive.


February 9

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