At Devil's Bar
Last Wednesday
posted by siew @ 3:25 am
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
there are no fingers printed there
just the untouched place that lies inside
of every lonely boy tonight.
And all this open air has caused me to choke
on your new-found hope for me.
If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it until you’re blind?
And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you’re right?
Why are you scared to dream of god
When it’s salvation that you want?
You see stars that clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on
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