what a waster/ one day you awoke
I tell you this
with a red crayon in the hand
-circles and circles and circles
and a green line to cut
Oh, we’re sinking like stones
Can anybody fly this thing?
Fortuna
recalled the sad times
I light a cigarette
How do you leave out the past in the night?
[25.8.2005]
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