Tuesday, June 14, 2011

the nature of the beast.

and so sometimes
they, the little boys dressed as men
tell you all the lies they can muster

and every night
they hope against hope
that they will stumble upon the truth

because they know it's in there somewhere
but their calloused indexes are crossed so hard
that they struggle to put their fingers on it.

and some of them don't care
but some of them are just
so.
damn.
sorry.

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