The thirst for crisis creeps closer falling
People thought I was the minister of
Fluid motion toward the walls
The bow toward me
Fever pitches that I am the great one
I am the I am the
People thought that I was the architect
I am the I was the problem
The issue was self-preservation
The remedy was rest.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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