Sunday, September 5, 2010

Tripping

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Empty, broken bottles in the sink, white flashy walls just like sponges when I try to lean on them, empty masks hanging from the ceiling, counting them one by one and lose the count... I can't go back now to start over! Walking, falling endlessly on a one way road, I have no brakes... break everything in half and count down how much I have left until the morning.

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