Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A Reflection


"Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat. You contract on the day you accept all you see Is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be. A reflection of something we're missing.  
And language just happened. It was never planned. And it's inadequate to describe where I am In the room of my house where the light's never been Waiting for this day to end. "

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