Sunday, May 30, 2010

Unquenchable

I don’t really know what is mine anymore.I don’t own much of anything, really.

Just a few fond memories and a handful of useless talents.

And even now all I can do is try and fool myself into being genuine.



I wish some mornings were just like the ones we used to sleep through.

I wish every morning was just like the ones we slept through.

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