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Thursday, November 11, 2004
Rubbish
I
we're bored with existence
we're bored of the sound
our voices say we speak our mind
our feet shuttle around,
walking, walking, walking
ahead
II
black and white,
gray and dull
so solemnly without feeling
crying nothing at all
wishing something
would color it new
III
but no
but no, no no no
no no no
no one, will
no one, nothing
not a thing to feel
but no
so i sit aloud
and dream
but no
i stitch my eyes
closing out
but no
so go
woe
but no, no no
no
but no
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