shipwreck

Friday, June 26, 2009

our rockstars have died,
and the mousse is gone.
i shall wait for you right here
while you decide to move on.

the last song still echoes in my head
but it keeps getting fainter, still,
with no MotherFucking kids in uniform
making a riot with broken strings.


this might very well be the worst thing that i have ever written.
but i still had to do this.
this is to one of my bestestest friends.
you know who you are.

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