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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

memoirs in our blood.

i've got a pocket full of change
and nothing to spend it on.
'cause the wishing wells have all
run dry
and there's no advice i care to
buy. so as we sit amongst our
fallen brothers, one of them a
traitor,
i'll count each coin for all
it's worth and
wait
for an answer.

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