Friday, September 5, 2008

Grouting



You are the prince of my disease

The finger prints dusted off my frankness

The origin was unknown at the time but the spirit always broken

Monotonous rumbling devoured each waking moment

We all stared in quiet disbelief

They had done it, they had broken the one sweet golden rule

Some cried, some rejoiced, none were emotionless

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