Thursday, 21 November 2013

all along

any far out words come from 
conversations I've had about life

not an empty bottle 
or ashtray in sight

drunk on the horrors and 
beauty of this world 

I don't know how we got here
I don't know which is worse

love is as final as death impossible 
to change or reawaken it

opposites attract to become one
we're everything and nothing all along

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