Dying always
Often closed
Sleep in the hallways
For they have dozed
Asking out loud
Life is too big
Alone in a crowd
Alone with your pig
Thoughs and gaze shift
Eyes so big
Emotion adrift
Alone
With your pig
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Posted by Darren Cools at 11:43 PM
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