Monday, August 22, 2005

burning headache

when I'm tired and aching,
alone and hungry for,
there are no miracles to be seen

(I know they are there; I'm just blinded)

but I can still hear and feel,
still be moved

so I get drunk on music,
and pass out on touch,
and tomorrow: wake up to another day

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