telephones are a product of the past
2003-06-11


conversations like a metaphor
the little girl's laugh folds around his heart
and it squeezes him to death
and crumples him
like a fucked up origami crane
so beautiful in a brief moment
but defected..
he is worth nothing
so she throws him away
and says, "BRING ON THE NEXT!"

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