So many stories out there
Listen well, you will hear
Tales of joy, songs of pain
Stories end, people remain
Talk less, Listen more
Ears are love, the tongue a whore
All the stories are the same
Changes not, except the name
Comfort in this you can create
When you make your next mistake
We are all the same, no more no less
No black sin you can confess
Will make you grotesque
To me

03/11/2005

Posted on 03/12/2005
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