2004-03-18 - 8:39 p.m.
If mine eyes aren't set
there's no regret
her branch can't bloom much longer
with a myth exposed
a gambler folds
and hears the negatives calling
crying was warm
it never played them no harm
hand that stranger your body
she makes mistakes
I salivate
and eat in public places
our heads downcast
and so we pass
silently in perfect weather
