Sunday, January 17, 2010

Dig That Old Kat

Nothing to say
Everyone is so old
Let’s sit and cry
Cry about how I’ll miss you

All the words
Are wrinkled and used
Let’s sit and stare
Stare into the black space

All the digging
The hole is just right
Let’s sit on the edge
Jump in and I’ll cover you up

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