Tuesday, April 5, 2011

depravity

I saw your back
Last night
In a dream I had, of my life
I watched you walk away
I pondered where you next would be
You did what they had done, to see
What you could get away with.
It started back before you, or me
For they chose to choose
For what we had become to be
Was up to them, not us?

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