onsdag 7 oktober 2009

cause in my head there’s a greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far off destinations.

So they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here.

And I cannot guess what we'll discover when we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
but I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s and not one speck will remain

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