Thursday, August 31, 2006

Tired kids and wired eyes

Trapped in a revolving door to the building that houses hurt and confusion on all floors.
Stuck between the lobby and the sidewalk. The outside world or the strange comfort of the florescent lights and tile floors?
He's only capable of love in 30 minute increments. She loves continuously.
The placebos to each other's loneliness.

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