Tuesday, January 20, 2009
larceny
truth is when it comes across. what's free is free, and yet everything has its price. ravens may crow and dogs may dog your steps, and yet turquoise inlays never ring thrice. this is the highway yet easy for cars it is not. fences work the same both day and night, yet jails loom larger in the darkness. spring could be nearly arriving, yet the doorway leads to summer. someday. you can choose, the wind shall blow. regardless.
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