Our inventions split their cocoons, and the whir of wings was deafening...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
How many times do I have to live through the same death?
How many times do I have to fall off a high precipice?
How many times do I have to let my hopes fall?
How many times do I have to watch self-destruction?
How many times until I've had enough?
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