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Sunday, January 31, 2010
sins and satori
why are you running? what are you running from? your still looking over your shoulder? you've been alone for a long time now, chased by nothing, but the shadows thrown by the sun on the concrete, fooled by the echoes of your own footsteps, there's nobody there, they gave up a long time ago, they're all gone,