Friday, April 22, 2011

humble to the fault-line

break these bones like promises
beat this heart, burn these pages
this glass, it seems
was made for shattering

i'll find the answers i don't need
'cause all you give is easy
i'll vomit your words right back to you
and shake the hand of your half truth

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