Monday, August 13, 2007

close, open

There always is an age
in which you think you've seen it all.
But you have never cried enough.
We'll build paper walls around us
so that a single stroke of wind can kill.

We have never cried enough.

We die our days in paper-cuts
and hide our bruises because we never fall.
But we are snowflakes, going down
Never staying long enough.

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