Sunday, July 17, 2011

Something sleeping.



Tell me again where to hide.
- It is a secret as well.

Was it spring?
- Along my dubious veins.

Come closer, listen!
- Another fruit I have tasted before.

Is it about me?
- No. It is about war.

Is it about me?
- Yes. Only the part where you're tired.

It has something to do with that song.
- About the divorced father, yes.

Is there honor in this, or a point even?
- Not in me, no.

You do it to get off.
- I beat you to it.

It's because I am weak and you know it.
- ...

Knew.
- Stupid statement.

You hate me.
- Yes.

Then tell me again where to hide.
- Hide inside me.

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