Tuesday, April 7, 2009

You're supposed to have living proof..

Yap, yap, yap- sometimes I wish you wouldn't. 'Cos your mouth is moving, while I'm dreaming of zee's and zed's, and all you haven't said. I'd throw myself to the sea to see you with an incomplete thought, to see your mouth at a full stop. But, your breath carries on accompanied by some old bullshit, something I'll never be bothered about repeating.

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