Sunday, April 15, 2007

Nothing towers here no engines...

Nothing towers here no engines for our plans mossed
Over kids know nothing knowable fly over those roofs

Not a sky where plans were born except to survive the
ir memory here no other engines for our love's all talk
Which synchs our voices sometimes we wore masks sa

ng truer expressions under duskier skin summer what
Meaner dogs meant what they said to sing the blues h
ave a clue something's shadier the way a gun can beco

me everything when no one's got nothing so he was su
btracted from labor boredom becomes the executioner.

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