Saturday, July 19, 2014

Adam And Eve Of Destruction

Some things never go out of fashion. The world's blowing up again. I know that peace starts with me and that's shaky at this point, too. My restless soul pines for what never was. My heart breaks over a telephone that doesn't ring.

I've had everything and then some and yet, somehow, I have nothing. Love has been elusive. How will I ever get home?

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