Friday, June 18, 2010

what ten cents got me.

I went broke believing,
all good and simple things were free.
As glittering love fell from the stars,
rushing down faster than i can see.

Every days the start,
and my words seem not to matter.
With dust drawn up,
a clearer view would make it so much easier.

I tasted and tasted
I knew nothing good ever came free.

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