Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Oh money, honey.

Remember when we were 15 years old
a music playlist would turn our mood on.
Oh, on Earth it is more legal to be killed than smoke weed.
There are no doctors of pain
doctoring money,
history is like a line itself
repeating time
again and again
people repeating people.
My father will never be repeated,
world said.
my father could be anyone's one
so, titles like this are so much killing us.
i've been searching for doctors and
i've been searching for ones like
in the movies
but as you see,
nothing has to be yours
nothing is more than more itself
the minute itself
nothing is finally yours
words made by the world
life is just a word itself.
so yes, you may always cry dear.

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