Monday, February 21, 2005

Just Shopping

it was cold
it was like cold water
my funny whispers
thinking back on past mistakes
holding that candle as the wax burns my fingers
I've often dreamt myself imaginary characters
lived their superb, defrosted lives
and breathed their exciting air
and then returned, back again
like old wool
to lay aimlessly
and look around
but never touch the merchandise
- Anonymous

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