Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I am condemned just as you are
And so we find ourselves together
Reading books and drinking wine
Dying of a good time in a city we love.
But there is no city, and no you and I,
Just a set of pictures moving in the mind
To remind us of the lies we offered
A long time ago, when we were blind by choice
Instead of force, like now and like tomorrow.

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