In the Colonnade
They rose up to the heavens, they went down to the depths.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Excuse the kleptomaniac.
Drunk men are yelling outside.
They are yelling and my walls are thin.
I hear not a word, but the din is rude.
Come let us speed up life. Call when the lights go off.
Last one in is the saddest.
Oh really love.
But I have to go.
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