11:12

by StandStill   Jan 8, 2009


I think maybe
I'll bite my tongue
((off))
and count the drops of sweat
that run into my eyes..
but only until 11:12,
when the wish's been wasted.
Ring around the rosey..
we all fall down.

((I always wish for you))

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