Is there an Echo in here? All I can hear is my own voice bouncing back at me.. Thin and sharp like razorblades made outa thoughts. They ask a Question .. Then sit and wait with smug faces just to hear what they think is going to come from you. Then when you tell the truth the crickets chirp ..
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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